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His vanity, which was his whole inner self, was hurt, and from the black depths of his nature his towering egotism flashed out lawless and perverted impulses. "I must tell you that I am not of your sort, Miss Malroy " he continued hurriedly. "My people were plain folk out of the mountains. For what I am I have no one to thank but myself.
Frankly, if you think that in this late day in the world you can carry off an unwilling girl, your judgment is faulty." "Hold on, Colonel how do you know she is going to prove unwilling?" objected Murrell, grinning. Fentress gave him a glance of undisguised contempt and rose from his seat. "I admit your past successes, John that is, I take your word for them but Miss Malroy is a lady."
"This is my friend, Miss Betty Malroy." "Glad to know you, ma'am," said Yancy. Miss Malroy faced him, smiling. She, too, was very good to look upon, indeed she was quite radiant with youth and beauty. "We are just returning from Scratch Hill I think that is what you call it?" said Mrs. Ferris. "So we do," agreed Yancy. "And the dear little boy we met is your nephew, is he not, Mr. Yancy?"
Yancy's name had been given her as that of a resident of weight and influence in the classic region of Scratch Hill. Miss Malroy came to her friend's rescue. "Mrs. Ferris thinks the children should have a chance to learn at home. Poor little tots! they can't walk ten or fifteen miles to Sunday-school, now can they, Mr. Yancy?" "Bless yo' heart, they won't try to!" said Yancy reassuringly.
The book slipped unheeded from Carrington's hand to the floor. For a moment he sat motionless, then he slowly pulled himself up out of his chair. "What's that?" he asked a trifle thickly. "Betty Malroy is going to marry me," said Norton. Carrington gazed at him in silence. "It's settled, is it?" he asked at length.
He even tried it under his breath softly. Betty Betty Malroy next he fell to wondering if those few hurried words she had addressed to him could possibly be construed as forming a basis for a further acquaintance. Or wasn't it far more likely she would prefer to forget the episode of the previous day, which had clearly been anything but agreeable?
He lacked that sense of sublime confidence in the judge's tact and discretion of which the judge, himself, entertained never a doubt. "I shall not obtrude myself, Solomon; I shall merely walk out to Belle Plain and leave a civil message. I know what's due Miss Malroy in her bereaved state she has sustained no ordinary loss, and in no ordinary fashion.
Just wherein a Malroy differed from the rest of the sons of men she had never paused to consider, it sufficed that there was a hazy Malroy genealogy that went back to tidewater Virginia, and then if one were not meanly curious, and would skip a generation or two that could not be accounted for in ways any Malroy would accept, one might triumphantly follow the family to a red-roofed Sussex manor house.
"If you are quite willing, judge, I think I will keep Hannibal. Miss Bowen, who has been here since " her voice broke suddenly. "I understand, ma'am," said the judge soothingly. He gave her a glance of great concern and turned to Hannibal. "Dear lad, you'll be very quiet and obedient, and do exactly as Miss Malroy says? When shall I come for him, ma'am?"
"You are to say that judge Slocum Price presents his compliments and condolences to Miss Malroy have you got that straight, you pinch of soot?" he concluded affably. Little Steve, impressed alike by the judge's air of condescension and his easy flow of words, signified that he had.
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