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Jeff, coming upon the porch, was met by Mr. Mayfield, accompanying a lady and two gentlemen, evidently the guests alluded to by his daughter. Accustomed as Jeff had become to Mr. Mayfield's patronizing superiority, it seemed unbearable now, and the easy indifference of the guests to his own presence touched him with a new bitterness. Here were HER friends, who were to take his place.
Mayfield, smiling at Lou, "this new life, among these God-worshipping hills, these " "Oh, auntie brought her romance with her," Tom broke in, and Lou gave him a look of tender reproof. "Oh, let her talk, please. I like to hear her." And standing beside Mrs. Mayfield's chair she said: "You told me you were something. What was it?" "An echo from the world," the city woman answered.
I've just tired poor mother out I'm always tiring people out and she's gone back to the house to write letters. Sit down, Mr. Jeff, do, please!" Jeff, feeling uncomfortably large in Miss Mayfield's presence, painfully seated himself on the edge of a very low stone, which had the effect of bringing his knees up on a level with his chin, and affected an ease glaringly simulated.
"Unfortunately, yes; he made use of aconitine for that otherwise laudable purpose. Now, as ill luck would have it" Mayfield's wrinkles deepened "Yorke-Bannerman and Sebastian, then two rising doctors engaged in physiological researches together, had just been occupied in experimenting upon this very drug testing the use of aconitine.
Bill, meantime, took the lamp, examined the papers, and read Miss Mayfield's note. A grim smile stole over his face. After a pause, he said again, "Give Blue Grass her head, Jeff. D n it, she ain't Miss Mayfield!" Jeff relaxed the muscles of his wrists, so as to throw the thumb and forefingers a trifle forward.
Wishes should be sacred when set to music." "A very pretty speech," said Mrs. Mayfield, nodding Tom a compliment, and Margaret, not to be left behind, declared: "Oh, he couldn't be pearter if he tried." "There," exclaimed the girl, patting Mrs. Mayfield's head, "you are in bloom." "She was the moment you said so," Tom replied. "Do you think so?" "Yes, I know it.
He pointed across an olive-green chasm to a higher level, where, basking in the declining sun, clustered the long rambling outbuildings around the white blinking facade of the "Summit House." Framed in pines and hemlocks, tender with soft gray shadows, and nestling beyond a foreground of cultivated slope, it was a charming rustic picture. Miss Mayfield's quick eye took in its details.
Jeff, who really did not know before that he was so healthy, apologetically admitted the fact. At the same time, he was miserably conscious that Miss Mayfield's condition, despite her ill health, was very superior to his own. "A month ago," she continued reflectively, "my mother would never have thought it possible to leave me here alone. Perhaps she may be getting worried now."
The police, however, were incompetent and the legal advisers of Dr. Bannerman hardly less so, and a woman only has had the wit to see that a gross injustice has been done. The true facts I will now lay before you." Mayfield's broad face had reddened with indignation; but now his curiosity drove out every other emotion, and he leaned forward with the rest of us to hear the old man's story.
"He poisoned somebody, I believe," I murmured, casually. "An uncle of his, or something." Mayfield's great squat face wrinkled; the double chin, folding down on the neck, became more ostentatiously double than ever. "Well, I can't admit that," he said, in his suave voice, twirling the string of his eye-glass. "I was Yorke-Bannerman's advocate, you see; and therefore I was paid not to admit it.
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