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'I seem to feel your pulse beating 150 to the minute, and it tires me so I can't bear myself. Gossip to me. How is Sandy? David laughed, and had as usual a new batch of 'Sandiana' to produce. Then he talked of Louie's coming and of the invitation which had been sent to Reuben Grieve. 'I shall come and sit in a corner and look at her, said Ancrum, nodding at Louie's name.
"My Bella 'ain't never given me a day's worry, neither. I ain't in no hurry to marry her off. She always says to me, 'Mamma, she says, 'I ain't in no hurry to marry till Mr. Right comes along." "My Louie is comin' down to-day or to-morrow on his vacation if he can get away from business. Louie's a good boy if I do say so myself."
He stood there, feeling very cold, thinking a whirlwind of thoughts about old 'Lias, about the sheep, about Titus and Jerusalem, and about Louie's extraordinary proceedings till suddenly it struck him that Louie was not crying any more. He bent over her. The sobs had changed into the long breaths of sleep, and, gently drawing away his hand, he crept off to bed.
After the noises in the Grieves' room ceased he listened for something which he knew must be in the air, and caught it the sound of a child's long, smothered sobs. On most nights they would not have made much impression on him. Louie's ways with her brother were no more engaging than with the rest of the world; and she was not a creature who invited consolation from anybody.
David, bewildered, had taken the bag into his hand. Louie's eyes were almost out of her head with curiosity and amazement. 'Mr. Gurney's money! What did he mean? It was all double-Dutch to them. David, with an effort, controlled himself, being now a man and a householder. He stood with his back against the shop door, his gaze fixed on Reuben.
Then suddenly into the midst of his political musings and his traveller's ardour the mind thrust forward a disturbing image the figure of a little fair-haired artist. He looked round impatiently. Louie's loiterings began to chafe him. 'Come along, do, he called to her, waking up to the time; 'we shall never get there. 'Where? she demanded. 'Why, to the Louvre. 'What's there to see there?
Whereupon the minister wrote cautiously and affectionately to David asking for some prompt and full explanation of things for his friends' sake. The letter was, as we know, never opened, and therefore never answered. Whereupon John's jealous misery on Louie's account and Mr.
But I mun get a good price, yo know, or your aunt ull be fearfu' bad to manage. And he gazed up at her as though appealing to her common sense in the matter, and to her understanding of both his and her situation. Louie's cheeks were red, her eyes did not meet his. They looked away, down towards Clough End. 'Theer's a blue cotton at Hinton's, she said, hurriedly 'a light-blue cotton.
On the rug slept the short-haired black collie, whom David had once protected from Louie's dislike old, blind, and decrepit, but still beloved, especially by Sandy, and still capable of barking a toothless defiance at the outer world.
"How-do!" cooed Sophy in her best baby tones. Louie's disapproving eyes jumped from the objectionable V in Sophy's dress to the lure of Sophy's face, and their expression underwent a lightning change. There was no disapproving Sophy's face, no matter how long one had dwelt in Oskaloosa. "I won't bite you," said Sophy. "I'm never vicious on Tuesdays.
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