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He stretched his hand out and taking hers held it lightly till she quivered and drew away, bending again over her sewing. Then a nameless exaltation rose within his heart. "Zora," he whispered, "I've got a plan." "What is it?" she asked, still with bowed head. "Listen, till I tell you of the Golden Fleece." Then she too heard the story of Jason.
But Zora still stood silent in the shadow of the Silver Fleece, hearing and yet not hearing. She was searching for the Way, groping for the threads of life, seeking almost wildly to understand the foundations of understanding, piteously asking for answer to the puzzle of life. All the while the walls rose straight about her and narrow.
"Of course," but her tone was so lacking in conviction that Zora laughed. "Mother, you know very well that Cousin Jane will be a more sympathetic companion. You've been pining for her all this time." Cousin Jane held distinct views on the cut of under-clothes for the deserving poor, and as clouds disperse before the sun so did household dust before her presence.
His impressions of the sex were distinctly bad. Germs of unutterable depravity, he was sure, lurked somewhere in his own nature. "You make me feel," said he, "as if I weren't fit to black the boots of Jezebel." "That's a proper frame of mind," said Zora. "Would you be good and tie this vexatious shoestring?"
"Zora, don't deny that you took my pin from the desk this afternoon," the teacher commanded severely. "I didn't say I didn't take no pin." "Persons who will lie and steal will do anything." "Why shouldn't people do anything they wants to?" "And you knew the pin was mine." "I saw you a-wearing of it," admitted Zora easily. "Then you have stolen it, and you are a thief."
Silently and dismally the half-dead forest, with its ghostly moss, lowered and darkened, and the black waters spread into a great silent lake of slimy ooze. The dead trunk of a fallen tree lay straight in front, torn and twisted, its top hidden yonder and mingled with impenetrable undergrowth. "Where now, Zora?" he cried.
Now, he couldn't burgle the place in which he was living himself, so I am safe." Zora gave him sage counsel. "I'd get rid of him if I were you." "If I were you, I would but I can't," he replied. "If I told him to go he wouldn't. I go instead sometimes. That's why I'm here." "If you go on talking like that, you'll make my brain reel," said Zora laughing. "Do tell me something about yourself.
But Zora asked him about the new baby, and he was soon deep in child-lore. Higgins and Sanders came together dirty, apologetic, and furtive. Then came Johnson. "How do, Miss Zora Mr. Alwyn, I sure is glad to see you, sir. Well, if there ain't Aunt Rachel! looking as young as ever. And Higgins, you scamp Ah, Mr. Sanders well, gentlemen and ladies, this sure is gwine to be a good cotton season.
He has shown it in a thousand ways. If it hadn't been for him and his influence on my mind I don't think I should have come to that decision. When I had come to it, I just wanted him. Why, I can't tell you." "I suppose you knew that he was in love with me?" said Zora in the same even tone. "Yes," said Sypher. "That's why he married your sister."
"Please sit down," she repeated with her softest charm, not dreaming that outside the school white persons did not ask this girl to sit in their presence. But even this did not move Zora. She sat down. There was in her, walking, standing, sitting, a simple directness which Mrs. Vanderpool sensed and met.
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