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Updated: June 4, 2025
And all the while, Wayland sat crunched in the chair of the Cabin, gazing and gazing at the face in the picture above "the Happy Warrior," till the light faded from the Holy Cross and the moon beams struck aslant the timbered floor, and Calamity's shadow stood in the doorway with a basket on her arm. "Meesis Villiam send up y' supper," she said. Wayland ate mechanically.
But this was not Ram Das this Indian who stood looking at her with that queer little half-smile, so different from the old man's wide and cheerful grin. It was a strange man, and a terrible one in Mary's sight. She gaped at him feebly across the table, and he watched her with keen, calculating eyes. Presently he spoke again, this time a little impatiently. "You ask-a meesis annything to-day?"
"You have under your roof," says he, "a Meesis Vogel, is it not?" "Vogel?" says I, puzzled for a second. "You don't mean Lindy, do you?" "She was called that, yes," says the Pasha, "Meelinda." "But she's a Miss old maid," says I. "Ah?" says he, liftin' his bushy eyebrows. "A Mees, eh? It may be so. They tell me at her place of living that she is to be found here. Voil
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