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Cassy must have swallowed the soup the wrong way. She coughed, lifted her napkin and saw a road, long, dark, infinitely fatiguing on which she was lost. But the soup adjusted itself, the road turned to the right. Lennox had never so much as said boo! In anger at herself she rubbed her mouth hard and put the napkin down. Paliser, who had been tasting and sniffing at a glass, looked at the butler.
"He was the apple of your eye. He had a soft tongue, and most people liked him; but George was foolish I've known it all these years. George was pretty foolish. He gambled, he bet at races, he speculated wild. You didn't know it. He took ten thousand dollars of your money, got from the Wonegosh farm he sold for you. He " Cassy Mavor started forwards with a cry, but Black Andy waved her down.
It had suddenly occurred to Cassy to make use of the superstitious excitability, which was so great in Legree, for the purpose of her liberation, and that of her fellow-sufferer. The sleeping-room of Cassy was directly under the garret.
A shabby old man had no need to ask. "Seventy-second!" The trainman bawled unmollifiably at her. Cassy left a certain person there. Into her thoughts another man had hopped. She surveyed him. He was good-looking. He was rich. These attributes said nothing. A beautiful male always an anomaly never attracts a beautiful woman.
Beside the bench Lennox had drawn the only chair. He looked about, then at her. "I remember so well the first time I came here." Her lips tightened, but, suppressing the smile, she turned to him and said and so patiently: "Is it a song without words you want, or words without song?" Lennox leaned toward her. It was then or, it might be, never. "It is you I want." Cassy turned from him.
"Also," Paliser told him, "caviare, woodcock, Ruinart." From the man he turned to the girl. "It was very decent of Lennox to introduce me to you." Cassy put her elbows on the table. "He could not be anything else than decent. Don't you know him well?" Paliser shrugged. "Our intimacy is not oppressive." "He saved her father's life," the Tamburini put in.
I finished the cup, and was watching her while she grated loaf-sugar over a pile of doughnuts, when mother entered, and begged me to come upstairs with her to be dressed. "Where is Verry, mother?" "In the parlor, with a lemon in one hand and Robinson Crusoe in the other. She will be good, she says. Cassy, you won't teaze me to-day, will you?"
He looked up, saw her, remembered the part attributed to her in the story and struck the table. "It is damnable that such a thing should be said of you." "Oh," Cassy put in. "It was not at all on my account that I told you. I " She stopped short. The promised horsewhipping occurred to her. Lennox took up the knife, gave it a turn, shoved it away.
In speaking, he heard something. Cassy turned. She too had heard it. But what? With a cry she ran to the sofa. "Daddy!" His face was grey, the grey that dawn has, the grey than which there is nothing greyer and yet in which there is light. That light was there. His upper-lip was just a little raised. It was as though he had seen something that pleased him and of which he was about to tell.
This decision was discouraged by the daughter of the house, who related that the last time she had taken it for the same purpose, the watchmaker had said to her, "Miss Cassy, I have put a point on that needle three times, and I would seriously advise you to buy a new one." It was only in America that the needle had ceased to be an active implement.
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