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For the truth of this last I will not vouch, as Nellie's assertion was only founded upon the fact of her having once looked through the keyhole of his door, and espied standing by his bed something which looked like a cork leg, but which might have been a boot! What Adaline saw in him to like I could never guess.
This last was her usual threat when at all indignant, and as after giving vent to it she generally felt better, she soon dried her tears, saying, "she was glad anyway that she had blue eyes, for J.C. could not endure black ones." "Maybe James can," was the quick rejoinder of Louis, who always defended Maude from Nellie's envious attacks. By this time the clock was striking five.
The whole affair struck her in such a comical light that she lost all control over herself, and, with a wild burst of stifled laughter fled hastily from the parlour to Nellie's bedroom, where that young lady quickly followed. "Close the door close the door, Nell!" gasped Winnie, holding her handkerchief to her mouth and vainly endeavouring to suppress the laughter.
But the sound of Nellie's hoofs plodding along the soft dirt road was no more recurrent than his own foreboding. It filled him with sadness and guilt. Adam perhaps had dragged himself to the sitting room fire in a drunken fit of superstition. Seeking what? Someone he had wronged? The sinister spark inflamed his fancy. His brain whirled.
He suddenly realized that, since seeing Elsa, he had not as much as remembered Nellie's existence, when usually her mental presence was not far from him. Elsa, with all her luxury and alluring feminine charms, seemed to cast a spell that bound him helpless like the music in the fairy stories.
I guess all hands have seen it coming. I'm engaged to be married." "Good!" said I, with as much heartiness as I could answer; marriage did not interest me. "Congratulations, George. Nellie Dean, of course." "Yes." "I'm glad for you. And for her. She'll make you a good wife, I'm sure." He drew a long breath. "Yes," he said slowly, "Nellie's a good girl."
With a strong effort, the hand which had crept away under the sofa-cushion, came back from its hiding-place, and rested upon Mabel's brow, while Nellie's voice answered, softly and slow, "What is it, Mabel? I will hear you."
I'm afraid she's terribly disappointed," commented Aunt Nellie sympathetically. "It seems a pity she wasn't chosen. I suppose she would have made a splendid monitress. It's half the battle to be keen about anything." Mavis agreed, passed the cake, finished her tea, picked up the dropped stitches in Aunt Nellie's piece of knitting, carried a message to the cook, then went out into the garden.
He rooted the whole outfit over. The knife is gone, and that's sure! I've been thinking some about it." "And had a bright idea, I warrant. What's your solution of the mystery?" "Why, you see, Jerry, I can clearly recollect Nellie's startled look when Bluff showed her that terribly large knife. She's afraid of such things. I'm sure she must have worried some about it, and I was thinking " "What?"
It is my earliest recollection; I know it will be my last, for I shall die in its embrace. Do you think, Nellie," he continued, stopping short and gazing earnestly in her face "do you think that the chiefs knew this when they called me 'Sleeping Water'?" To Miss Nellie's several gifts I fear the gods had not added poetry.
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