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Verty could do nothing all day, for thinking of the astonishing scene he had passed through. Why should there be anything offensive in raising the curtain of a portrait? Why should so good a man as Mr. Rushton, address such insulting and harsh words to him for such a trifling thing? How was it possible that the simple words, 'Trust in God, had been the occasion of such anger, nay, almost fury?
For a moment, Verty stood motionless and bewildered, vainly striving to make out what this extraordinary occurrence meant. At Apple Orchard, as we have said, the doors had never been slammed in his face.
Miss Sallianna gazed at him with a curious smile, and after a moment's silence, said: "Suppose you sit down for a minute, Mr. Verty, and tell me all about this this highly intrinsic occurrence. You could not repose your sorrows in a more sympathetic bosom than my own."
Verty," gasped Miss Sallianna, "you will please to end our interview at once, sir! this language, sir, is intolerated, sir! if you wish to insult me, sir, you can remain! I consider your insinuations, sir, as unworthy of a gentleman.
"My son does not speak with a straight tongue," she said; "his words are crooked." "Non non" said Verty, smiling; "but I am a little unwell, ma mere. All the way coming along, I felt my breast weighed down my heart was oppressed. Look! even Longears knows I'm not the Verty of the old time."
As she spoke, her eyes fell upon the turkey hanging from Cloud's saddle-bow. "Young man," she said to Verty, "what's the price of that turkey?" Verty was looking at Redbud, and only knew that the awful Mrs. Scowley had addressed him, from Redbud's whispering to him. "Anan?" he said. "I say, what's the price of that turkey?" continued the old lady; "if you are moderate, I'll buy it.
Roundjacket pointed toward the sanctum of Mr. Rushton. Verty only smiled. Mr. Roundjacket descended from his stool, and cast his eyes upon the paper. "What!" he cried, "you made that picture! How, sir Upon my word, young man, you are in a bad way. The youngster who stops to make designs upon a copy of a deed in a law office, is on the high-road to the gallows.
Verty paused upon the threshold of the mansion to push back his long, curling hair; and with a glance behind him, toward Cloud, meant as a caution to that intelligent animal and to Longears, deposited his rifle against the door.
But let us dismiss this subject Redbud! Excuse me, Mr. Verty, but you are a very extraordinary young man; to have you for well, well. Don't allude to that again." "To what, sir?" "To Redbud." "Why, sir?" "Because I have nothing to do with it. I can only give you my general ideas on the subject of marriage. If you apply them, that is your affair.
And Verty throws the rein on the neck of his little horse, who stands perfectly still, and leaps lightly to the ground. He stands for a moment gazing at Redbud with his dreamy and smiling eyes, silent in the sunshine like a shadow, then he pushes back his tangled chestnut curls, and laughs. "I had a long chase," he says. "For the deer?" "Yes," says Verty, "and there are his horns.
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