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You ought to have seen the chase, Redbud; how I ran him; how he doubled and turned; and when I had him at bay, with his eyes glaring, his head drooping, how I plunged my knife into his throat, and made the blood spout out gurgling!" Verty smiled cheerfully at this recollection of past enjoyment, and added, with his dreamy look "But I know what I like better even than hunting.
The shouts and laughter ringing through the merry fields, on the fine autumn morning, may have led us into this discourse upon youth: the very air was full of laughter, and when Fanny let the kite string go by accident, the rapture grew intense. Verty and Redbud sitting quietly, at the distance of some paces, under the oaks, looked on, laughing and talking.
And a slight tremor passed over the young man's frame as he spoke. Redbud did not reply; a deep blush suffused her face, and she murmured something. Then the young head drooped, and the face turned away. The last ray of sunlight gleamed upon her hair and pure white forehead, and then fled away the day was ended. Verty saw it, and held out his hand.
And Verty took from his bosom the yellow scroll, and placed it in Redbud's hand. She took it, smiling, and read the words "I am Miss Redbud's pigeon, and Fanny gave me to her." "Oh, yes," she said, "and I am glad he's come back; poor fellow, I hav'nt seen him for days!" "I had him," said Verty. "At home?" "Yes." "Curing him?" Verty nodded. "You know that was what I wanted.
"Mamma," she said, in a low, thoughtful voice, "I love to think of her." And rising, she stood beside Verty, who was still looking at the portrait. "She must have been very good," he murmured; "I think her face is full of kindness." Redbud gazed softly at the portrait, and, as she mused, the dews of love and memory suffused her tender eyes, and she turned away.
There was little to interest Verty in all this or in the old iron-bound trunks in the corners. But his eye suddenly falls on a curtain, in the recess farthest from the door the edge of a curtain; for the object which this curtain conceals, is not visible from the chair in which he sits. Verty rises, and goes into the recess, and looks.
Verty always stopped for a moment on his way to and from Winchester, to bid the inmates good morning; and these hours had come to be the bright sunny spots in days otherwise full of no little languor. For when was Daymon merry and light-hearted, separated from his love?
"I do not know exactly what outlandish means," Verty replied, with a smile. A grim smile came to the lips of the lawyer also. "It means a variety of things," he said, looking at Verty; "some people would say that you, sir, were outlandish." "Me!" said Verty. "Yes, you; where are those costumes which I presented to you?" "My clothes, sir from the tailor's?" "Yes, sir." Verty shook his head.
Rushton; and gazed upon the picture. "It is very lovely," he said, softly; "I never saw a sweeter face." The lawyer's breast heaved. "And what ringlets I believe they call 'em," continued Verty, absorbed in contemplating the portrait; "I love the pretty little thing already, sir." Mr. Rushton sat down in the chair, which Verty had abandoned, and covered his face.
"I will have revenge!" And Mr. Jinks brandished his sword, and kept at a distance from Verty, making a feint of struggling. "Jinks," said Ralph, "you are tiring me out. I shall let you go in another second, if you don't put up that sword, and stop wrestling with me!" This threat seemed to moderate Mr.
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