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Cynthia sprang to her feet, but Risley, with a hoarse shout under his breath, caught hold of her and forced her back. "For God's sake, sit down, Cynthia!" he said. "Didn't you hear the door-bell? Somebody is coming." The door-bell had in fact rung, and Cynthia had not noticed it. She lay back in her chair as the door opened, and Mrs. Norman Lloyd entered.
"Cynthia Lennox, I don't believe you care in the least for this young devotee of yours, for all you are heaping benefits upon her," Risley said, looking at her quizzically. "I am not sure that I do," replied Cynthia, calmly. "Then why on earth ?" Suddenly Cynthia began speaking rapidly and passionately, straightening herself in her chair.
She raced on with a sort of hoppity-skip. She caught a young man near her by the arm and forced him into the same dancing motion. They were at the foot of the stairs, when Robert, watching, saw Lee with a pistol in his hand aim straight at Ellen. He sprang before her, but Risley was nearer, and the shot struck him.
"I know the pitiful need of money has tainted many poor girls with a monstrous and morbid overvalue of it," said Risley, "and for that I cannot see they are to blame; but in this case I am sure it was not so. That poor child gave up Vassar College and went to work because she was fairly forced into it by circumstances.
"What difference does it make whether you steal anything for a few hours or a lifetime? I kept her, and she was crying for her mother, and her mother was suffering tortures all that time. Then I kept it secret all these years. You didn't know what I have suffered, Lyman." Cynthia regarded him with a wan look. Risley half laughed, then checked himself.
She had been a fine scholar, no doubt, but any girl with a ready intelligence might have done as well. Whence came this inclination of all to rear the child upon a pedestal? Risley wondered, looking at her, narrowing his keen, light eyes under reflective brows, puffing at his cigar; then he admitted to himself that he was one with the crowd of Ellen's admirers.
Risley looked at her beautiful face with the double radiance of the electric-light and the lamp-light from the window on it, giving it a curious effect. It suddenly occurred to him to wonder why everybody seemed to have such an opinion as to the talents of this girl.
"Yes, of course it is in the papers," assented Robert, wearily. Risley stared at him in a lazily puzzled fashion. "Well," he said, "what is it all about? Why are you so broken up about it?" Risley laid considerable emphasis on the you. "Yes," cried Robert, in a sudden stress of indignation. "You look at it like all the rest.
She has that intuitive order of mind which is wonderful enough, though not, after all, so rare in a girl; but in addition she has the logical, which, according to my experience, is almost unknown in a woman. She ought to have an education." "But," said Risley, "what is the use of educating that unfortunate child?" "What do you mean?" "What I say. What is the use?
Trueman wuz buried in the old Risley deestrict, not half a mile from us on a back road. And she naterally wanted to be round at the time. She said plain to me that Trueman never could seem to get along without her. Josiah didn't like it at all. Wall, she had lived a widowed life for a number of years, and had said right out, time and time agin, that she wouldn't marry agin.
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