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He laughed faintly. "I believe she does," he replied; "yes, 'irritates' is the word to use." And yet if this were true, his first act upon returning home was a singular one. He was rather late, but the girl Lodusky was sitting in the moonlight at the door. He stopped and spoke to her. "If I should wish to paint you," he said rather coldly, "would you do me the favor of sitting to me?"
Secretly, she had a desire to account for Lodusky according to established theory. "I wonder ye haint heern of him," said Mis Harney. "He was just awful old Hance! He was Nath's daddy, an' Lord! the wickedest feller! Folks was afeared of him. No one darsn't to go a-nigh him when he'd git mad a-rippin' 'n' a-rearin' 'n' a-chargin'.. 'N' he never got no religion, mind ye; he died jest that a-way.
Rebecca Noble, who stood within a few feet of them, was sure that the lover who approached was the Dave Humes in question, he advanced with such an angry stride, and laying his hand on his rival's shoulder, turned him aside so cavalierly. "No he aint," he put in; "not an' me about. I brought ye, an' I'll take ye home, Lodusky, or me and him 'll settle it."
A shadow falling across the sunshine in the door way checked her and made her look up. It had rather an arousing effect upon her to find herself confronting the young woman, Lodusky, who stood upon the threshold, regarding her with an air entirely composed, slightly mingled with interest.
"I am glad to see you," she said. Lodusky seated herself. It was entirely unnecessary to attempt to set her at ease; her composure was perfect. The flaunt-ing-patterned calico must have been a matter of full dress. It had been replaced by a blue-and-white-checked homespun gown a coarse cotton garment short and scant.
Lodusky leaning against a projecting rock kept her eyes fixed upon the water. "Why did you come here?" he demanded, a little excitedly. "What are you crying for? What has hurt you?" "Nothing" in a voice low and unsteady. He drew a little nearer to her and for the first time was touched. She would not look at him, she was softened and altered, in her whole appearance, by a new pallor.
The other advanced a step, looking a trifle pale and disheveled. He placed himself square in front of Lodusky. "Dusk Dunbar," he said, "you're the one to settle it. Which on us is a-gwine home with ye me or him? Ye haint promised the two of us, hev ye?" There was certainly a suddenly lit spark of exultation in the girl's coolly dropped eyes.
"Look 'ere, boys," he said, "this yere's all a pack of foolishness, ye know all a pack of foolishness. There aint no sense in it it's jest foolishness." Rebecca cast a quick glance at the girl Lodusky. She leaned against the wall just as she had done before; she was as cool as ever, though the spark which hinted at exultation still shone steadily in her eye.
"Then," said Rebecca, learning that this was the case, "then you have seen Lodusky." But he had not seen Lodusky, it seemed. She had not been at home when he arrived, and he had only remained in the house long enough to make necessary arrangements before leaving it to go in search of his friends. The bare, rough-walled room was very cheery that night.
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