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Does the newspaper work go well?" "He's doing splendidly. He's more than making good." "And the land you purchased in North Carolina! Do the eagles flourish on it?" she inquired. "Not yet. But there's excellent clay there, and I've turned it into a brick factory for the present. The truth is, I needn't have bought that land. I suppose you've heard of the new railroad through Ravenel?" he asked.
He shortened the address, and its last, eloquent sentence was already begun when Ravenel rose and through room swiftly made for him stepped back to Judge March. He was just in time to get an arm under his head and shoulders as he sank limply into the pew, looking up with a smile and trying to say nothing was wrong and to attend again to the speaker.
John looked up with a start, and Fannie, by a grimace, bade him give his hand to his rival. He turned sharply and offered it. Ravenel took it with an air of drollery and John spoke low, Fannie loitering a step aside. "I offer you my hand with this warning I love her. I'm going on to love her after she's yours by law.
Accompanied only by her maid, Mrs. Ravenel started to Bar Harbor without him. June drifted into July, and still he lingered at the plantation. And all the summer days were spent with Katrine Dulany. At first he believed that he would probably tire of the whole affair quickly. He was surprised to find that he did not. He found her always new.
"My dear lady," he murmured, "people who live in gla " She started and tried to look sour, but grew sweeter. He became more grave. "You're still young," he said, paused, and then "You're a true Daphne, but you haven't gone all to laurel yet. I wish I wish I could feel half as young as you look; I might hope" he hushed, sighed, and nerved himself. "Why, Mr. Ravenel!"
This, together with his fond remembrance of her, seemed almost as comfortable as the visible presence of her boy. Her boy, who was sure to come to-morrow. "John, is that you? How softly you came in. And Lord Ravenel! He knows we are glad to see him. Shall we make him one of our own family for the time being, and take him with us to see Edwin married?" Lord Ravenel bowed.
When he came down again he stood talking for some time with Mr. Ravenel. While he talked I thought he looked wearied pallid even to exhaustion; a minute or two afterwards he silently left the room. I followed him, and found him leaning against the chimney-piece in his study. "Who's that?" He spoke feebly; he looked ghastly! I called him by his name. "Come in. Fetch no one. Shut the door."
Anne Lennox would be there; the time would pass; he would leave Ravenel; but as he dropped asleep a voice seemed to call to him through the pines, and he knew he would not go. The next morning before coffee he wrote to Dr. Johnston, the great specialist in alcoholic diseases, urging him to come to Ravenel at his earliest convenience.
"Why Jeff-Jack Ravenel," exclaimed Fannie, with a careworn laugh, "what are you talking about?" "Not much fun for John," was the languishing reply, "but big favor to us." "But, my goodness!" said the bride, "the doctor won't even let you get up." "Got to," responded the smiling invalid. "Got to be in Washington next Sunday."
She paused in her talk, and, looking into the hall, saw Quantrelle the Red pass quickly up the stairs with his daily flower for Madame de Nemours. "And, believing that Ravenel did not belong to Mr. Ravenel," she continued, "you encouraged him to build the railroad?" "I neither encouraged nor discouraged that enterprise," Dermott answered. "Fate steered, and did it well." "And Mrs. Ravenel?"
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