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Carroll noticed the thinness of his wrist, and her heart misgave her. "Shall I go on?" "If it please you." "Bob Morgan went into Asheville to follow your career in behalf of all your friends here." Von Rittenheim's head fell lower. "He was in the court-room when you were " The old lady hesitated and watched von Rittenheim sharply. She was doubtful of his strength after all.
Now we're brothers." He chuckled with a full appreciation of his insolence, for the story of von Rittenheim's downfall and its cause was well known throughout the country. Melissa went white at the malignity of his tone. She turned to Bob with a question: "Mrs. Carroll 'n Miss Sydney are they wore to a frazzle takin' care o' him?" "Mrs. Carroll's all right.
Say," he was wagging his head solemnly to and fro, disgustingly near von Rittenheim's face, "Ah reckon you'd like to go into business with me now ye made a start at hit." Bob remained behind his shield, hoping that Pressley would go away before von Rittenheim had the mortification of seeing him. "Ah reckon you-all need money mahty bad," drawled the drunken voice.
Though their cabins were a mile apart, the Yarebroughs were Baron von Rittenheim's nearest neighbors, and Sydney thought that Melissa would know if he were ill, as she feared. But as she rode on in sinuous avoidance of protruding boughs and upstart bushes, she was seized by a shyness quite new to her. It seemed as if she could not bear to question Melissa about the Baron.
Von Rittenheim's interest was only a courteous expression of concern, but John, fretted by Hilda's alternate encouragement and coldness, was tormented by his nerves, and not in command of his judgment. He saw in the Baron's question a malicious pleasure in his prospective departure. "Yes," he said, "I must go soon, I'm afraid. You're playing in luck these days, old man.
He flung one man across the table with a violence that brought him several minutes' quiet. The other rolled into a corner, and Wilder fell altogether too near for comfort to the bricks of the fireplace. As the deputy-marshal rose he felt von Rittenheim's grasp on his throat.
All power of initiative seemed to have passed from her, and von Rittenheim stood before her and feasted his eyes upon her in a way that she had been wont to condemn as "horridly foreign," and she did nothing to relieve the situation. At last the happy idea of flight suggested itself. She pinned her hat more securely and unlooped her skirt. The glow died from von Rittenheim's face. "You go?
"Ah've no desire to, Henry. Ah'd rather hear it at once." "Who do you think's come?" "Where?" "To the Neighborhood." "Henry, don't be so aggravating! Why don't you-all tell what you've got to tell, if you have got anything to tell." This sarcasm drove on the Doctor to disclosure. "Baron von Rittenheim's sister-in-law." "His sister-in-law!" cried Bob.
Seeking its cause she found von Rittenheim's eyes fixed on herself, so full of love and longing and sadness that her one wish was to comfort him. Involuntarily she took a step towards him, and held out her hands. Then she remembered herself, and swept him a low courtesy, as if in thanks for the admiration of his gaze. "You like my frock, M. le Baron?" she asked.
"Mos' dinner time," returned Bud, looking up at the sun, and then over his shoulder towards the spring-betraying group of trees to which Melissa was accustomed to bring his dinner when he was working here. "They's some feller tyin' his horse in front of the cabin. Who is hit?" Pink leaned on his hoe and squinted across the blazing field to the grove that sheltered von Rittenheim's house.
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