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She did not understand why Cassy, who had earned so much money all these years, should be so poor now, unless it was that she hadn't saved that she and George hadn't saved.
Cassy, casting about, felt like an imbecile and said brilliantly: "Haven't you a match? Shall I fetch one?" Lennox extracted a little case. "Thanks. It's an answer I'd like." It was enough to drive you mad and again casting about, but not getting it, she hedged. "It will have to be in the abstract, then." "Very good. Let's have it in the abstract." Yet even in the abstract!
"Ah, we all have a weakness; does yours overcome you?" "He went three days ago." "I saw him at Alice Morgeson's." "Arthur?" "He didn't go to see Arthur. He will marry Alice, and I must build my house now." A devil ripped open my heart; its fragments flew all over me, blinding and deafening me. "He will be home to-night." "Very well." "What shall you say, Cassy?"
And she worked there one day, as we have described, to show how perfectly she scorned the threat. Legree was secretly uneasy, all day; for Cassy had an influence over him from which he could not free himself.
In the high, wide hall were groups of careful men and careless women, the latter very scrumptious in their imported frocks. The sight of these Parisianisms abashed Cassy no more than her appearance abashed Paliser.
His father had put it all down to Cassy Mavor, who had unsettled things since she had come to Lumley's, and being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had with an exaggerated care. Prosperity had not softened him; it had given him an arrogance unduly emphasised by a reputation for rigid virtue and honesty.
It was she who had sent the horses and sleigh for "Gassy," when the old man, having read the letter that Cassy had written him, said that she could "freeze at the station" for all of him.
But how it takes me back! Dearie, I too was young! I too have loved! Ah, gioventu primavera della vita! Ah, l'amore! Ah! Ah!" "You make me sick," said Cassy. "Dearie " "Be quiet. My father won't like it and I can't lie to him about it. But I shall need some things and you will have to go for them. What will you tell him?" With one hand, the fat woman could have flattened Cassy's father out.
The eyes of the woman dilated, she trembled with a sudden rush of anger, then stood still, staring in front of her without a word. Black Andy stepped from behind the stove. "You are going to stay here, Cassy," he said; "here where you have rights as good as any, and better than any, if it comes to that." He turned to his father. "You thought a lot of George," he added.
The next year I was born, and four years after, my sister Veronica. Grandfather Locke named us, and charged father not to consult the Morgeson tombstones for names. "Mrs. Saunders," said mother, "don't let that soap boil over. Cassy, keep away from it." "Lord," replied Mrs. Saunders, "there's no fat in the bones to bile. Cassy's grown dreadful fast, ain't she?
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