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"Are you in the habit of corresponding with anyone in Boston, Richard?" "Not until a week ago, when a friend of mine who was in Florida the last time I heard from him wrote me from Boston. He addressed his letter to the bank because he said he understood from another fellow in Riverview he corresponded with that I was now employed here." "Have you this letter?" continued the cashier, quietly.
Washington glanced keenly at my downcast face, for indeed the memory of what had occurred at Riverview was not pleasant to me. "Did you quarrel with your aunt before you came away?" he asked quietly. "Yes," I said, and stopped. How could I say more? "I feared it might come to that," he said gravely. "Your position there has been a false one from the start. And yet I see no way to amend it."
"Why, 'pon my word," cried that young lady, "'t is cousin Tom!" and as I stood gaping at her like a fool, in helpless bewilderment, she came to me and gave me her hand with the prettiest grace in the world. Now who would have thought that in three short years the red-cheeked girl whom I had left at Riverview, and of whom I had never thought twice, could have grown into this brown-eyed fairy?
As much time as Dorothy would permit, I spent with her, and in one of our talks she told me that she had drawn from her mother by much questioning the story of my father's marriage and of the quarrel which followed. "When I heard," she concluded, "how Riverview might have been yours but for that unhappy dispute," so Mrs.
"I think it very likely that we shall march together to fight the French." And those last words rang in my ears all the way back to Riverview. I had been much from home during the winter, and, engrossed in my own thoughts, had taken small account of what was passing, but I soon found enough to occupy me.
Never did I hate them more than in the days which followed; for they had made me outcast, and what the future held for me, I could not guess. The question was answered of a sudden a week later, when there came from my grandfather a curt note bidding me be sent to Riverview. It was decided at once that I must go.
I had a liberal allowance, and elected to spend my vacations at Williamsburg or at Norfolk, or coasting up the Chesapeake as far as Baltimore, and did not once return to Riverview, where I knew I should get cold welcome. In fact, I was left to do pretty much as I pleased, my aunt being greatly occupied with the care of the estate, and doubtless happy to be rid of me so easily.
Stewart," I said, "that I did not know you and your daughter were here. Indeed, I thought you both were back at Riverview ere this." "I believe you, Mr. Stewart," she answered softly. "I believe you to be a man of honor. I am sure I can trust you." There was a tone in her voice which I had never heard before. "Thank you," I said.
We were soon at Riverview, and I ordered Sam to ride out to the field where the men were working, and tell the overseer, Long, that I wished to see him. Sam departed on the errand, visibly uneasy, and I wandered from my room, where I had taken my pack, along the hall and into my aunt's business room while I waited his return.
My father's younger brother, James, had married seven or eight years before a lady whose estate adjoined Riverview, Mrs. Constance Randolph, a widow some years older than himself. She had one child living, a daughter, Dorothy, who, at the time I came to Riverview, was a girl of nine, and a year after her second marriage she bore a son, who was named James, much against the wishes of his mother.
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