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"Monty," he said reflectingly, "was a good old sort in a way, and I had an idea, somehow, that his daughter would turn out something like the man himself, and at heart Monty was all right. I didn't know who she was or her name Monty was always precious close, but I had the address of a firm of lawyers who knew all about her.
"Well," he added, reflectingly, "I can tell you this man's story; and if you will match the narrative with anything as curious, I shall be glad to hear it." "You know him, then?" "Yes and no. That is to say, I do not know him personally; but I know a singular passage in his life. I happened to be in Paris when he was buried." "Buried!"
It seemed to relieve him of any unjust implication of sentiment, and Kentuck had the weaknesses of the nobler sex. When everybody else had gone to bed, he walked down to the river and whistled reflectingly. Then he walked up the gulch past the cabin, still whistling with demonstrative unconcern. At a large redwood-tree he paused and retraced his steps, and again passed the cabin.
He stooped down and raised it with cautious slowness; but, to his astonishment, all the wasps had disappeared; only a green lizard ran to and fro, and was lost among the grass and the leaves near the pathway. "Where did that go?" asked Jussuf, reflectingly. "That was a pomegranate and became wasps, and where are they now gone?" "What!" rejoined the maiden; "where did it go?
He would now taunt at and reflectingly speak of her preachers, and would receive, yea, raise scandals of them, to her very great grief and affliction. Now she scarce durst go to an honest neighbour's house, or have a good book in her hand, especially when he had his companions in his house, or had got a little drink in his head.
A guide-post said, "Six miles to Springton." Hetty stood some time looking reflectingly at this sign: then she walked on for half a mile, till she came to another road running north; here a guide-post said, "Fairfield, five miles." This was what Hetty was in search of. As she read the sign, she said in a low tone: "Five miles; that is easily walked."
She buried her face in her hands and ran away sobbing. Trent lit a cigar and sat down upon a garden seat. "It's a queer thing," he said reflectingly. "The girl's been thrown repeatedly at my head for a week and I might have kissed her at any moment, before her father and mother if I had liked, and they'd have thanked me. Now I've done it I'm sorry.
Hodder's exclamation had been involuntary, for in these last words she had unconsciously brought home to him the relentless predicament in the lives of these women. She had been saving herself for what? A more advantageous, sale! "It's always been my luck," she went on reflectingly, "that when what I wanted to happen did happen, I never could take advantage of it.
"Ahem!" said Power, shutting one eye knowingly, and giving a look like a Yorkshire horse-dealer. "Go on." "Why, what do you mean?" "Go on; continue." "I've finished; I've nothing more to tell." "So, they're here, are they?" said he, reflectingly. "Who?" said I. "Matilda and Fanny, to be sure." "Why, you know them, then?" "I should think I do." "Where have you met them?" "Where have I not?
"It's always been my luck," she went on reflectingly, "that when what I wanted to happen did happen, I never could take advantage of it. It was just like that to-night, when you handed me out the bill of fare, and I ordered beefsteak. And it was like that when when he came along I didn't do what I thought I was going to do. It's terrible to fall in love, isn't it? I mean the real thing.
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