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Blandly Dunwoodie looked at this man, who was trying to take Cassy's measure. "For what?" "To settle it." That bland air, where was it? In its place was the look which occasionally the ruffian turned on the Bench. "Hum! Ha!
She was making for the door and the charm of the scented streets. Ma Tamby sighed, rose and followed. It was the devil's own job. Housebreaking must be easier! Cassy's department-store investments reached her the next day.
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 toward the door. "Cassy's come," she said. "Cassy and George's boy've come."
As Cassy expected, when quite near the verge of the swamps that encircled the plantation, they heard a voice calling to them to stop. It was not Sambo, however, but Legree, who was pursuing them with violent execrations. At the sound, the feebler spirit of Emmeline gave way; and, laying hold of Cassy's arm, she said, "O, Cassy, I'm going to faint!"
On the green beyond Cassy could see them, could see, too, a squirrel there that had gone quite mad. It flew around and around, stopped suddenly short, chattered furiously and with a flaunt of the tail, disappeared up a tree. "What a dear!" was Cassy's reply to that question. But Paliser gave her all the rope that she wanted.
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.
About her shoulders was a feather boa. It seemed a bit mangy. Seated on Cassy's bed she looked at a window that gave on a wall. Cassy was standing. Behind Cassy was a door which the extinguished light had closed. Beyond, in the living-room, was the marquis. Anything that he did not hear would not hurt him. "Oh, she'll let us know." "What sort of a catamount is she?"
Though neither of them could conjecture what was the cause of Cassy's fainting, still they made all the tumult which is proper in such cases; George upsetting a wash-pitcher, and breaking two tumblers, in the warmth of his humanity; and various ladies in the cabin, hearing that somebody had fainted, crowded the state-room door, and kept out all the air they possibly could, so that, on the whole, everything was done that could be expected.
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?
Some are too inhuman, others too human. Cassy's righting of her own wrongs belonged among the latter. Cassy's, that is, provided she had done it. But had she? Logically, yes. If the police could look behind the scenes, logically they would say to her, "Thou art the man." But, Jones resumed, logic when pushed far enough becomes incoherence.
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