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After a fashion Nan felt relieved by this interview, for she thought she discerned only Mrs. Morrell's influence, and this, she knew, she could easily overcome. While she waited for Keith's return from whatever inaccessible fastnesses he always occupied during these big afternoon receptions, she reviewed the situation, her indignation mounting.
They tell me he has paced up and down all night outside the prison wall. Being an ex-convict, they have red-taped him out of seeing me to say good-bye. Savages? I don't know. Possibly just children. I'll wager most of them will be afraid to be alone in the dark to-night after stretching my neck. But Ed Morrell's message: "My hand is in yours, old pal. I know you'll swing off game." . . .
Morrell's buggy that it was almost an intolerable disappointment to find it Mrs. Munger's phaeton. Mrs. Munger burst in upon her in an excitement which somehow had an effect of premeditation. "Miss Kilburn, I wish to know what you think of Mr. and Mrs. Putney's behaviour to me, and Mr. Peck's, in my own house, last night. They are friends of yours, and I wish to know if you approve of it.
"I thought that night work was taboo?" "I rarely work at night, Brace. And you where are you going?" "Up to Morrell's." Lynda raised her eyebrows. "Mrs. Morrell's sister has come from the West, Lyn. She's very interesting. She's voted, and it hasn't hurt her." "Why should it?
Porter's corps, consisting of McCall's, Morrell's and Sykes' divisions, still held the right, on the north bank of the Chickahominy, at Gaines' Farm and Mechanicsville. The several bridges which had been constructed since the 1st of June, formed avenues of communication between the two portions of the army separated by the river.
Morrell's body relax as though from a tension. After a moment Wing Sam shuffled into the room carrying a soiled folded paper. "Man he tell you lead this chop-chop," said he. Murmuring an apology, Nan opened the paper. With a cry she sprang to her feet. Her face had gone white. "What is it?" cried Mrs. Morrell in apparent anxiety. Without a word Nan extended the paper.
Sansome's careful structure, which had gained so lofty an elevation, had collapsed like the proverbial house of cards. His vanity had been cruelly rasped. And what had been more or less merely a dilettante's attraction had been thereby changed into a thwarted passion. "Damn the fair Nancy!" he cried, in answer to Morrell's question.
We're goin' to have a reg'lar good time, none of your tencent parties, an'. you can go home now." " But if you are to have a time, I want to be in it." "Well, you can't, 'cause you've agreed to go to Aggie Morrell's an' wear a ten-cent necktie; so run home, sonny, for we want to talk about what it wouldn't do for you to hear."
No longer could I tread my starry path with that ineffable pristine joy, for my way was beset with dread of the inevitable summons that would rip and tear me as it jerked me back to my strait-jacket hell. Thus my aeons of star-wandering were aeons of dread. And all the time I knew it was Ed Morrell's knuckle that thus cruelly held me earth-bound. I tried to speak to him, to ask him to cease.
They returned, broken; he sent them in again. They went. The 16th and 22d North Carolina passed the three lines of blazing rifles, got to the head of the cliff, found themselves among the guns. In vain. Morrell's artillerymen, Morrell's infantry, pushed them back and down, down the hillside, back into the slashing.
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