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De Peyster in tremulous, awe-stricken tone. "For that that person is coming here just the same!" "I know. The horrid interloper!" "She may be here any minute," said Mrs. De Peyster. "What are we going to do?" "We must think of something quick," spoke up Matilda nervously. "For it's almost time for your funeral, ma'am, and after that " "I've been thinking all the voyage over," broke in Olivetta.
De Peyster's suite, they said they would give her, Matilda, no trouble at all they would attend to their own housework, everything and so on, and so on, with Mrs. De Peyster hearing nothing, but reaching aurally out for Matilda's exposing tread. To forestall this exposure, she started weakly up the stairs, only to be halted by the slipping of Jack's arm around her shoulder.
"And in order to give the horses proper exercise, and to relieve Matilda's monotony, I desire you to take Matilda out driving every evening." Again William bowed a "Yes, my lady." "You understand this perfectly?" William's lips executed one of their rare movements. "Perfectly, Mrs. De Peyster." "Very well." Mrs.
Won't we, Matilda?" "Ye yes," Mrs. De Peyster felt constrained to answer. "But it's mighty dangerous!" cried the little figure, with a shivery laugh. "Dangerous!" chuckled Jack with his mischievous glee. "Well, rather! And that's half the fun. If the newspapers were to get on to the fact that the son of the Mrs.
De Peyster began to regain some slight steadiness enough to consider spasmodically how she was to escape undiscovered from the pair, how she was to extricate herself from the predicament of the moment for beyond that moment's danger she had not the power to think.
De Peyster of whom they talked that "Miss Gardner" who was the companion to the ailing social leader in France was something more than just Miss Gardner. And he felt no reason for revealing his little secret.... Clara, the dear little Puritan, would be scandalized by this his wildest escapade by his having used, after all and despite her prohibition, Mrs.
So you see, I am in the same situation as Mr. De Peyster: I prefer my whereabouts to remain unknown. Since we are in each other's hands, and it is in our power each to betray the other, shall we not all, as a quid pro quo, agree to preserve Mr. De Peyster's and my presence in this house a secret? For my part, I promise." "I'm willing," said Jack. "And I," said Mary.
Pyecroft. "Angelica, dear," he half shouted, "the gentleman wishes to know if this is your daughter." "Yes," from Mrs. De Peyster in smothered voice. "Well, I know they're here," doggedly insisted Mr. Mayfair, "and I'm going to see them! I have witnesses who saw them enter." "Indeed!" Mr. Pyecroft looked surprised and puzzled. "The witnesses can swear to seeing young Mr. De Peyster come in?"
Here the attending Matilda silently vanished. With velvet touch Mrs. De Peyster slipped her key into the lock, stepped inside, noiselessly closed and locked the door behind her. Then she sank into a chair, and breathed. Just breathed ... back once more in the spacious suite wherein nine days ago or was it nine thousand years? inspiration had flowered within her and her great idea had been born.
The Verplanck slaves, some twelve of them, were augmented in numbers by those of the Ludlow, De Lancey, and De Peyster families, and half filled the spacious kitchen us they stood back in rows, courtesying and bowing, showing their white teeth in smiles and low laughter, as they recognized some "young massa," or "ole madam" among the gentlemen and dames who smiled back upon their faithful, kindly faces.
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