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Vinie brought a pitcher beaded with cool well water, and then a salver spread with fanciful shapes cut from the delicate green rind of melon and ready for preserving. Mrs. Selden drank the well water and approved Vinie's skill; then, "Your brother's gone to North Garden," she said abruptly. "Mr. Rand's affairs must keep him busy." "Yeth, ma'am. Tom comes and goes," said Vinie wistfully.
"There will be a message in it for Vinie." He turned from the window. "I am going home now." "It's a good time for a holiday," remarked Tom, "and you needn't tell me that you don't need it, Lewis! I'll lock up and go to the Eagle for a while. What are you looking for?" "Nothing," answered the other. "I was looking at the room itself. I always liked this office, Tom."
When that girl Vinie Mocket is put upon the stand, I expect to prove the remainder. Now, the pistol " Colonel Dick rose, walked heavily to the glass door, then back to the hearth. "You stand there, as I have seen your father stand. Well, go on! We are men, Edward and I." "His pistols are handsome ones, the gift of Mr. Jefferson. The murderer's name is engraved upon them.
He came out of the room with the basin in his hands. Vinie, waiting in the little hall, started forward. "Open the back door," he said, "and let me throw this out." Vinie tried to take the basin. "I'll empty it, thir." Her eyes fell upon the water. "You've hurt yourself!" "No," answered Rand. "I have not. It is nothing a bit of a cut that I gave myself."
"December," answered Vinie, in a fluttering voice, "December, November, October, and part of September yeth, more than three months. Suppose we go now and put the holly up?" "Let's stay here a little in the sun. The holly won't wither. I don't know a doorstep, East or West, that I like to sit on better than this.
A red light yet burned in the west, but the trees were dark along the way, and the hollows filled with shadow. The dew was falling, the evening dank and charged with perfume. "I asked you to come with me," said Rand, "because I wanted to talk to some one out of the old life. Mocket's out of the old life too, he and Vinie. But " he laughed. "They're afraid of me. Vinie calls me 'thir."
Vinie uttered a startled cry, clapped her hands to her ears, and ran into the house. Rand rode through a portion of the main street of Charlottesville. He kept the pace of a man who wishes to be at home before the rain falls, but his manner of going showed no undue haste and no trepidation. Faces at doors and windows, men gathered before the Eagle and the post-office, greeted him.
"You shall be my Queen if you like," he said at last, and Jacqueline laughed, thinking his speech the woodsman's attempt to say a pretty thing. Rand drew forward with determination a small brown figure. "Jacqueline, this is another good friend of mine Miss Lavinia Mocket, the sister of my law partner. Vinie, Vinie, you are shyer than a partridge!
"Ithn't there anything else?" Rand, studying in silence the clouds and the whirling dust, had started down the step or two to the path between the marigolds. He paused. "I can't think of anything, Vinie"; then, after a moment, and very oddly, "Would you give me, once more, a cup of cool water?" Vinie brought it in her hand. "You always thaid this water washed the dust off clean."
"We'll draw rein at Red Fields, and then hurry home. Use your whip and bring her on." They paused at Red Fields, then went on to the edge of town. The forked lightnings were playing and the trees beginning to sway. "We'll stop a moment," Rand said over his shoulder, "at Mr. Mocket's." Door and window of the small house where Tom and Vinie lived were shut against the storm.
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