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He left two tables of bridge fiends sitting immobile, the women with flushed faces and feverish hands, and the men with cigarettes dangling from their lips. There were trays and decanters beside each card-table; and in the hall he passed three youths staggering about in each other's arms and feebly singing snatches of "coon songs." Ollie and Betty had strolled away together to parts unknown.
He trembled for Ollie, fearing that she would be forced into telling it all. That was not a woman's story, thought he, with a heart full of resentment for the prosecutor. Let him wait till Morgan came, and then But what grounds had he now for believing Morgan might come? Unless he came within the next hour, his coming might be too late.
Isom was as far as ever from his hope of a son or heir of any description although he could not conceive the possibility of fathering a female child and his bitter reproaches fell on Ollie, as they had fallen upon and blasted the woman who had trudged that somber course before her into the grateful shelter of the grave.
I tell you it's terrible, you must stay right up there." "Oh, I'm so afraid I'm so afraid!" said Ollie, coming nearer. "Go back! Go back!" commanded Greening. "If you'll only stick to it that way," thought Joe as Ollie's moans sounded in his ears. "Was it robbers is somebody hurt?" she asked. "Yes, somebody's hurt, and hurt bad," said Greening, "but you can't do no good by comin' down here.
The scars of her toilsome years were upon them; the distortion of the labor she had wrought for him in his helpless infancy was set upon their joints. He was placing his liberty and his life in jeopardy for Ollie, and his going would leave mother without a stay, after her sacrifice of youth and hope and strength for him. Why should he be called upon to do this thing why, why?
"Well, I think he must be down, or something," said Joe, "for I heard a racket in the barn." "Why didn't you go and see what was the matter?" demanded Morgan crossly, snatching his hat from the table. Ollie was drowned in a confusion of blushes. She stood hanging her head, but Joe saw the quick turn of her eyes to follow Morgan as he went away in long strides toward the barn.
There was a shout, "Here's Ollie!" and a pounding of glasses and a chorus of welcome "Hello, Ollie! You're late, Ollie! What's the matter car broke down?" Of the party, about half were men and half women. Montague braced himself for the painful ordeal of being introduced to sixteen people in succession, but this was considerately spared him.
Presently he fell to raking his shaggy hair with his long fingers; in a moment it was as disorderly as the swaths of clover hay lying out in the moonlight in the little stone-set field. Morgan had filled his pipe, and was after a match at the box behind the stove, with the familiarity of a household inmate. He winked at Ollie, who was then pulling down her sleeves, her long day's work being done.
Her frightened eyes glowed hot in his memory of the day of the inquest, carrying to him their appeal. Poor, mistaken, unguided Ollie! He would protect her to the last, as he had done at the beginning, and trust and hope that the judge, and Alice, and the colonel, and the whole world, would understand in due and proper time.
I don't know what influences have been at work to induce her to frame up a new story, but " "Your zeal is commendable, Mr. Prosecutor," said the judge, "but it must not be allowed to obscure the human rights at hazard in this case. Let the witness proceed." Ollie shuddered like one entering cold water as she let her eyes take a flight out over the crowd.
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