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"Mount this horse," said Mayall, "and flee for your life to the fort, a place of safety." "Wait a moment," said Nelly, "until I change my dress." "No," said Mayall, "your retreat may be intercepted; there is death in delay. The Indians are near, your father and mother will soon follow you to the fort. Tell the commander to fire the alarm-gun, for the valley is swarming with Indians."
Both felt rebuked; and Nelly, whose face got blanched and pale at Sarah's words, now turned upon the Prophet with a scowl." "Would it be possible," said she, "that you'd dare to let out anything to that madcap?"
"Nelly Carnegie, what's your will?" "Not that man, mother; not that fearsome man!" pleaded Nelly, with streaming eyes and beseeching tones, her high spirit for the moment broken; her contempt gone, only her aversion and terror urging a hearing "The lad that's blate and dull till he's braggit by his fellows, and then starker than ony carle, wild like a north-country cateran; even the haill bench o' judges would not stand to conter him."
Pennington four weeks, and even the cats were in subjection. Winslow was well enough to have gone back to the city and, in fact, his father was writing for him. But he couldn't leave Beckwiths', apparently. At any rate he stayed on and met Nelly every day and cursed himself for a cad and a cur and a weak-brained idiot. One day he took Nelly for a row up the river.
"I don't despair," sobbed Nelly; "but oh! what will darling mother do when she finds that we're lost, and I'm so afraid they'll kill us." "No fear o' that, Nell; it's not worth their while. Remember, too, what mother often told us that that what is it she used to read so often out of the Bible? I forget."
'Well, other people don't always think me a born idiot! Nelly would say, not without resentment. 'I really could understand, Bridget, if you'd try. 'I haven't the time. 'And you're killing yourself with so many hours of it. Why should you slave so? If you only would come and help me sometimes with the Red Cross work, I'd do any needlework for you, that you wanted.
It had, apparently, been ordained that he was to write it. They were now settling important details. So when Nelly cried, "I think it's just a fine idea; I knew you had lots of imagination," Tom interrupted her with: "No; you write it, Bill.
Nelly used to cry about it, though I never noticed that it made any difference in her taking out the car, which she did regularly, and didn't let me ride with her unless I paid a dollar each time in advance. She said she didn't know any other way of saving money. Altogether, you wouldn't have known us for the same three people, we had all grown so horrid and changed and mercenary.
The old idiot has a weakness for pretty girls, and the younger the better, it seems. Next to the sheriff is Mr. Gainor. He's a political power, and what time the sheriff doesn't spend on you and on Nelly he certainly will give to Gainor. The arrangement of the rest doesn't matter. I simply worked to get the sheriff well-pocketed and keep him under your eye." "But why not under yours, Vance?
"'Nelly, he says, 'there's a strange change approaching: I'm in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat or drink. In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her.
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