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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Slaves for your slave? You are full of kindness indeed! But I shall never be what you delicately call the mistress of Tallwoods." "By the Lord! girl, if I thought that would be true if I thought for one moment that it were true " in a half-frenzy he threw out his arm, rigid. An instant later he had lapsed into one of the moods new to him. "There is no punishment I don't deserve," he said.
His decision he at last announced to Josephine herself when finally the latter appeared to make inquiry regarding the sick master of Tallwoods. "My dear girl," said he, "I am a blunt man, not a very good doctor maybe, and perhaps not much of a gentleman, I don't know never stopped to ask myself about it.
It was thus that it was agreed, with small preliminary, that on the next morning Tallwoods should lose three of its late tenants. Josephine ventured to inquire of Dunwody regarding Lily. "Take her if you like," said he bruskly. "I will arrange the papers for it with Clayton himself. There will be no expense to you. If he wants to sell the girl I'll pay him. No, not a cent from you.
Thus, at first sight, one set down in the valley might have felt that it had neither inlet nor outlet, but had been created, panoplied and peopled by some Titanic power, and owned by those who neither knew nor desired any other world. As a matter of fact, the road up through the lower Ozarks from the great Mississippi, which entered along the bed of the little stream, ended at Tallwoods farm.
"I will confess now as much as I ever had to confess," retorted Dunwody angrily. "If you do not know yet of this lady, I will introduce you once more. She is the Countess St. Auban, formerly of Europe, and now of any place that suits her. It is no business of yours or of mine why she was once there, or cares to go there again; but she is going along with us out to Tallwoods."
So lived one, and thus indeed lived more than one, baron on American soil not so long ago, when this country was more American than it is to-day more like the old world in many ways, more like a young world in many others. Here, for thirty years of his life, had lived the present owner of Tallwoods, sole male of the family surviving in these parts.
We don't ask many questions out here in these hills, and I will never bother you, I feel entirely free to ask you to remain at least for a few days or maybe weeks." Her eyes still were on his face. It was a face fit for trust. "Very well," said she at length, quietly. "If you think it is necessary." It was thus that Josephine St. Auban became the head of Tallwoods household.
It is a long ride in from the river; but, following out our friend's thought, why do you live away back in here, when all your best plantations are down below? We don't see you twice a year, any more." "Well," said the owner of Tallwoods, "my father might be better able to answer that question if he were alive. He built this for a summer place, and I use it all the year.
Dunwody at last reached the point of his recovery where he could grin at these remarks; but if anything, he had grown more grim and silent than before. Once in a while his eyes would linger on the face of Josephine. Little speech of any kind passed between them. There were no callers at Tallwoods, no news came, and apparently none went out from that place.
It is quelque chose un peu difficile, mais oui. But then Monsieur remembers that lady, the Countess ?" "Countess? Whom do you mean?" "Who but our madame, the Countess St. Auban in her own right? She who gave me my Jeanne at Tallwoods, Monsieur! Have you not known? She is, here. She is chez nous.
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