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"Coward, am I? I'll show you." Ramon Garcia's laughter greeting the hot words was a clear burst of unaffected, boyish merriment. He tilted his chair back against the wall and turned a delighted face up to Rand's flushed one. "Señor," he chided softly, shaking a slender white finger very close to Rand's nose, "have you forgot it is the gala night of our good host, the Papa Français?
"Shure, the fat's in the fire now," chuckled Gerald to himself. As the whistle sounded Monkey sprang back through the window, landing in a heap almost at Rand's feet, but was up and off before Rand could get a hold on him, and sped after his companion, who had started off at the first alarm, in a race down the landing to their boat. "Hi! stop them, Gerald!" shouted Rand, dashing after them.
McKay, all-seeing, decided to wash Rand's face for him before journeying much farther. But Rand himself gave no sign that he either knew or cared what the feeling of the Mayorunas might be. Utterly impassive, he stared back at them. Then one of the women pointed at him and said something to Tucu. The tall watchdog's jaw set a little harder as he waited the effect.
"Are you there, Major? Here's the devil to pay. Rand's arm is broken and his ankle wrenched and his head cut open! The doctor says he mustn't be moved for at least a fortnight. I thought you'd like to know." He was gone to spread the news.
He saw a tall man, of a spare and sinewy frame, with red hair, lightly powdered, and keen blue eyes. Lewis Rand's cheek grew red, and his eyes at once shy and eager. He stammered when he spoke. "Are you from Albemarle, sir?" The other smiled, a bright and gracious smile, irradiating his ruddy, freckled face. "I am," he said. "From from Monticello?" "From Monticello."
"You never once spoke to me when I sat down," said Miss Euphemia, feebly endeavoring to withdraw from Rand's grasp. "I really didn't! Oh, come now, look here! I didn't! Don't! There's a dear THERE!" This last conclusive exposition was a kiss. Miss Euphemia was not quick enough to release herself from his arms.
"It's a match against nature! When I think of your cousin in that old whitewashed house, and every night Gideon Rand's ghost making tobacco around it! I am glad that Ludwell has gone to Richmond. He looks like a ghost himself." "Oh, the world!" sighed Unity. "Tell Philip, please, to drive on." "I'll ride over to Fontenoy to-morrow," said Fairfax Cary. "'Twill do you good to talk it over."
Shall we ever finish packing?" "S'pose ye'll see th' A.B.C.F.M.! Lucina Rand's put in 'the avails of a hen, and Semela Briggs sold the silver thimble her aunt gin her. 'T all helps the good work. I told the Widow Rand she'd ough' to do somethin' for the heathen, so she's gone to raisin' mustard.
"In testimony whereof I have caused the seal of the United States to be affixed to these presents, and have signed the same with my hand. Given at the City of Washington on the twenty-seventh day of November, 1806, and of the sovereignty and Independence of the United States the thirty-first. "That isn't all," said Mr. Ritchie in Rand's ear.
Her lover would not enter Lewis Rand's house, nor did she ask him to do so. Her kindred in Richmond were numerous, and they might and did meet in a score of Federalist mansions, at various places of entertainment, and, as now, at church.
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