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Hamid, however, is one of the most up-to-date and successful of all the desert chieftains. My presence here is proof of that. I came to arrange for large shipments of dates and ivory, and to take back to Hamid an automobile and the latest phonograph records." "I don't like automobiles," says Lindy, finishin' up the sleeve.
"Egad, you ought to be happy we all ought to be happy she's gone." "She!" I cried. "Who's gone?" "Madame la Vicomtesse," he replied, rubbing his hands as he stood over me. "But she's left instructions with me for Lindy as long as Monsieur de Carondelet's Bando de Buen Gobierno.
But he did not let his piety interfere with the feud. Within the year, pillar of the church though he was, he had been carried home riddled with bullets. Of the four men who had waylaid him two had been buried next day and a third had kept his bed for months. He ate for a time in dour silence before he turned harshly on 'Lindy. "You ain't havin' no truck with Dave Roush are you?
The girl's imagination translated in terms of romance his insolence and audacity. Into her starved existence he brought color and emotion. Did she love him? 'Lindy was not sure. He moved her at times to furious anger, and again to inarticulate longings she did not understand. For though she was heritor of a life full-blooded and undisciplined, every fiber of her was clean and pure.
"Now, Lindy, ain't you ready yet? Do hurry up." "Yes, I'se ready, but things wouldn't go right ef you didn't hurry me." "Well, put your chicken fixins an' cake right in yere. Captin, you'll ride wid me, an' de young lady an' my ole woman'll take de back seat. Uncle Dan'el, dere's room for you ef you'll go." "No, I thank you. It's time fer ole folks to go to bed. Good night!
I supposed then this was because Lindy did not speak French. I did not know that Madame de Montmery's maid was a mute. Both of them went into the bedroom, and I was left alone. The door and windows were closed, and a green myrtle-berry candle was burning on the table. I looked about me with astonishment.
"Lan sakes, Marse Dave, but you is bumptious." I rose and walked out on the gallery with surprising steadiness. A great cushioned chair had been placed there and beside it a table with books, and another chair. I sat down. Lindy looked at me sharply, but I did not heed her, and presently she retired. The day, still in its early golden glory, seemed big with prescience.
"You were always hard upon her, George. She jilted a cripple for a very fine specimen of the race. Some of your favourite physiologists would say she was quite right." "You never understood her, Lindy. It was not a case of jilting a cripple at all. She jilted three thousand a year and a small place for ten thousand a year and a big one."
"Well, Aunt Linda, they say in every flock of sheep there will be one that's scabby," observed Iola. "Dat's so! But I ain't got no use fer scabby sheep." "Lindy," cried John, "we's most dar! Don't you yere dat singin'? Dey's begun a'ready." "Neber mine," said Aunt Linda, "sometimes de las' ob de wine is de bes'."
The prisoners were taken to the county seat, and in time received prison sentences for their many crimes in the countryside. Hi Lang spent some hours in the cave, and when he came back told the girls that Carver had not been "loony" after all, for in the cave he found silver, and, time proved, a considerable vein. Lindy grieved over her father's death.
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