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Then Felix, kneeling down, struck the match on the box, and applied it, as it lighted, to the dry leaves beside him. A chorus of astonishment burst unanimously from the delighted natives as the dry leaves leaped all at once into a tongue of flame, and the little pile caught quickly from the fire in the vesta.
Judge Custis was representative of his neighbors except in his Virginia voluptuousness; his neighbors were neither prudes nor hypocrites, and he respected them more than the arrogant race in the old land of Accomac and in the Virginia peninsulas, whose traits he had almost lost. Sometimes it seemed to him that the last of the cavalier stock was his daughter, Vesta.
Brown, kindly, "since the little one came to you? Do you remember what a wild night it was?" Miss Vesta nodded. "I hear the wind now when I think of it," she said. "The child is an orphan," the doctor continued, turning to his friend. "Her mother was a young Irish woman, who came here looking for work. She was poor, her husband dead, consumption on her, and so on, and so on.
Under Jaffery's questioning he informed us for he was not a spontaneously communicative man that he now had a very good command: steamship Vesta, one thousand five hundred tons, somewhat old, but sea-worthy, warranted to take more cargo than any vessel of her size he had ever set eyes on. "And when do you sail?" asked Jaffery. "To-morrow at daybreak. They're finishing loading her up now."
Rhoda's quiet eyes flashed as she saw the new article and heard Vesta praise it, upon her head. The old bonnet had received a cruel blow, in spite of Mrs. Somers.
"'Woodpile? said I. "'Cord o' wood. Axe. Sweat o' the brow. Them's the best physic I know of. "He smoked on for a bit, and I sat and looked at him, admiring how the world was made. I don't know whether you read Kipling, Miss Vesta. I was rewarded for my patience. "'Young feller, said the old man, after awhile, 'how old do you s'pose I be? "'Seventy, said I; and he looked it, not a day over.
Vesta and Taterleg laid hands on him at once. "You'll bust them stitches I took in your back if you don't keep still, young feller," Taterleg warned. "Whetstone ain't as bad off as you, nor half as bad." Lambert noticed then that his hands were wrapped in wet towels. "Burned?" he inquired, lifting his eyes to Vesta's face. "No, just swollen and inflamed. They'll be all right in a little while."
The McLanes, the Custises, and all their connections, from the Christine River to the James, will storm Annapolis, make your cause, if necessary, a political issue, and the courts of this county will give you damages out of this beast's unpopular wealth." Vesta looked at her mother with astonishment.
The young wayfarer had made her first really important impression upon him. Not long after this Lester was sitting one morning at breakfast, calmly eating his chop and conning his newspaper, when he was aroused by another visitation this time not quite so simple. Jennie had given Vesta her breakfast, and set her to amuse herself alone until Lester should leave the house.
I am nearly as old as Ted, and he knows. The men wouldn't tell me." "What men?" "King's men from the 'Vesta'. I saw some of them dodging around in the bushes, and I went to find out what they were doing, and I walked into fifteen of them at your office.
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