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It was in good repair and had evidently been used recently. He lowered it and brought up some water. The water was clear diamond bright, and cold as ice. Having satisfied himself that it was drinkable he brought the bucket to Phyl and tilted it slightly whilst she drank. Then he put it by the door. "Now I'll go," said he, "and I shan't be long. Sure you won't be afraid?" "No," she replied.
Her face was glowing with the morning air and she seemed to have forgotten the business of the night before as she greeted Pinckney and the lawyer and took her place at the table. "Phyl," said the lawyer, half jocularly, "here's Mr. Pinckney been complaining that you were wandering about all night in the woods, knocking him up to let you in at two o'clock in the morning."
"A man can't leave his daughter away from him, though I'm half thinking there's many a man would be willing enough if he could." Phyl raised her head. Her quick ear had caught a sound from the avenue. Then the crash of wheels on gravel came from outside and her companion, rising hurriedly from his chair, went to the window. "That's him," said the easy-speaking Hennessey.
There was sincerity in their voices; Georgiana had known there would be; she was sure of the art and skill plainly to be found in her product. "I'm afraid not, Phyl. These are all orders, and I'm weeks behind. They go to certain exclusive city shops, and I have all I can do." "You must have struck a gold mine. I'm so glad!" congratulated warm-hearted Phyllis. "Well, not exactly.
It seemed to Phyl as they drove that never before had she met or felt the loveliness of life, never till this moment when turning a corner the song of a bird from a garden met them with the perfume of jessamine.
"I hope it is not a warning," said she; "wouldn't be a bit surprised to find Seth Grangerson in his coffin waiting for the flowers to be put on him; what put it in to the darkey's head to give me them! I don't know, I'm sure, same thing I suppose that put it into his head to give me impudence." "You've taken him back," said Phyl.
"Ought to be ashamed of herself driving along the Battery in that outrageous thing; goodness knows, they're bad enough driven by men, scaring people to death and killing dogs and chickens, without girls taking to them " She stared after the car, then signalling to Abraham, she got into the barouche, Phyl followed her and they continued their drive.
What Vernons hasn't seen of American history isn't worth telling much. Here's the nursery." She opened a door with bottle-glass panels, real old bottle-glass worth its weight in minted silver, and shewed Phyl into a room. "This is the nursery," said she. It was a large room with two windows, and the windows were barred to keep small people from tumbling into the garden.
He echoed her laugh as he swung to the saddle. "I'm not giving myself away any more to-day." Brill Healy rode up, his arm in a sling. Deep rings of dissipation or of sleeplessness were under his eyes. He looked first at Yeager and then at the young woman, with an ugly sneer. "How's your dear patient, Phyl?" "He is better, Brill," she answered quietly, with her eyes full on him.
Phyl understanding little, and half drowsed by the warmth and the buzzing of the bees and the voice of the speaker, had given herself up to that lazy condition of mind which is the next best thing to sleep, when she was suddenly aroused. She was seated between Miss Pinckney and Silas. Silas had pinched her little finger. She snatched her hand away, and turned towards him.
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