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I had no thought where they were taking me; only looked here and there for the appearance of a ship; and there ran the while in my head a word of Ransome's the TWENTY-POUNDERS. If I were to be exposed a second time to that same former danger of the plantations, I judged it must turn ill with me; there was no second Alan; and no second shipwreck and spare yard to be expected now; and I saw myself hoe tobacco under the whip's lash.
You've no ideer of the glee he bottles up inside himself. Fair bubblin' and sparklin' in him, it is. Some day he'll bust out with it. I shouldn't be surprised if, at any moment now, he was to break out into song." Booty, very hot and uncomfortable under Mrs. Ransome's eyes, affected to reprove him. "You dry up, you young rotter. Jolly lot of bottlin' up there is about you."
He gave me a look, a hungry, passionate look, then he grew as white as the paper he had just subscribed with his name. "I am ruined," he murmured. "I have made unwarrantable use of Mrs. Ransome's money; her return has undone me. Delight, I love you, but I can not face the future. You will be provided for " "Will I?" I put in softly, very softly, for my way was strewn with pitfalls and precipices.
Black it was, with a spray of damask roses and their leaves, that spring upward from Mrs. Ransome's left ear. "Your father's goin' to church," she said. Ranny sat up among his cushions and said: "Oh, Lord! That Humming-bird's a fair treat." He took it as a supreme instance of his father's humor. But that was not the way Mrs. Ransome meant that he should take it.
I had no thought where they were taking me; only looked here and there for the appearance of a ship; and there ran the while in my head a word of Ransome's the twenty-pounders.
For Ranny's mother, such reference would have been the last profanity, a sacrilege committed against the divinities of the hearth and of the marriage bed. But for that phrase Mr. Ransome's weakness must have been passed in silence as the unspeakable, incredible, unthinkable thing it was.
By-and-by, feeling rather drowsy, he lay down in his clothes to wait for Ransome's return. He put out his light. From his bed he could see Grace's light kiss the plane-tree. He lay and fixed his eyes on it, and thought of all that had passed between them; and, by-and-by, love and grief made his eyes misty, and that pale light seemed to dance and flicker before him.
Ransome's own countenance assumed a milder look, and advancing nearer, she pointed out a room where we could speak apart. As I moved toward it she whispered a few words in her daughter's ear, then she rejoined me. "Oh, madame!" I murmured, "oh, madame! Show a poor girl what she can do to restore you to your rights.
"It is four days since you mentioned Mrs. Ransome's name," he said. "When we are gone from here you must promise that it shall never again pass your lips. Mrs. Ransome is not a good woman, Delight."
Ransome's social distinction that he had inherited this walnut-wood furniture. Modernity was represented by a brand-new overmantle in stained wood and beveled glass, with little shelves displaying Japanese vases. And as Mrs.
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