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Ostensibly Cassy's visit had been occasioned not by any wish to relate what had happened to her, but to acquaint Lennox with the cause of what had happened to him. In view of what had befallen her, the proceeding was certainly considerate. In the misadventures of life, the individual is usually so obsessed by his own troubles that they blind him to those of another.
"I might have her sing here," replied Mrs. Austen, who would have seen Cassy hanged first. Lennox considered the picture: Mrs. Austen in the rôle of shepherdess, herding for Cassy's benefit the flock of sheep that society is. But the picture did not detain him. He stood up. "That would be very good of you.
So, having had her own way so far regarding Cassy's coming, she looked Abel calmly in the eyes, over the gold-rimmed spectacles which were her dearest possession almost the only thing of value she had. She was not afraid of Abel's anger, and he knew it; but his eldest son, Black Andy, was present, and he must make a show of being master of the situation.
The old man stopped, for there came to them now, clearly, the sound of sleigh bells. They all stood still for an instant, silent and attentive, then Aunt Kate moved towards the door. "Cassy's come," she said. "Cassy and George's boy've come."
I was getting better of my-cold. While I was there I got lots of strength stored up, to last me many a year when I needed it; and, then, George and I were married at Lumley's...." Aunt Kate came slowly over with the boy, and laid a hand on Cassy's shoulder, for there was an undercurrent to the conversation which boded no good.
But tastes are inheritable. Monty Paliser came in for a few, but not for the four-in-hand. Less vigorous than his father, though perhaps more subtle, he preferred the tandem. In preparation for one that he had in view, he looked in, not at a mart, but at a shrine. It was on the afternoon succeeding Cassy's visit to his slippery floor.
When it opened, a strawberry mouth opened also. "Oh!" Cassy's blue eyes were red. There was fright in them. "It is horrible! Tell me, do you think it was he?" Jones removed his hat. "I know it was not." That mouth opened again, opened for breath, opened with relief. Gasping, she stared. "Thank God! I was afraid But are you sure? It was I who told him I thought it my fault. It was killing me.
"That was Aunt Cassy's name for all remote parts, you know. 'Devil's Icy Peak, which in my destination means some remote frontier fort, among hostile Indians, border ruffians, grizzly bears, buffaloes, rattlesnakes, mosquitoes, malaria, and other wild beasts.
I was getting better of my-cold. While I was there I got lots of strength stored up, to last me many a year when I needed it; and, then, George and I were married at Lumley's. . . ." Aunt Kate came slowly over with the boy, and laid a hand on Cassy's shoulder, for there was an undercurrent to the conversation which boded no good.
"Cassy's lace dress is all torn. It was so pretty." He is in the astral now, thought Jones, who said: "She will have a much prettier one." But now again from the hall came that quick click and Cassy appeared, a little fat man behind her. Jones stood up. "How do you do. You know Mr. Cara. Mr. Cara wants his signature attested." The little man exhibited his gold teeth.
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