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It's a terrible thing for a father to say, I know, but I'd feel easier about her if she was married to some good man who could hold her. There's young Joe Turner in Gosport, he'd give his soul to have her, and he'd do. Cassy says she's after bigger game than Joe. She's young that's her only excuse. Funny thing happened night before last," continued Mr. Hopkins, laughing.
He turned, it was Cassy's; but the cold soft touch recalled his dream of the night before, and, flashing through the chambers of his brain, came all the fearful images of the night-watches, with a portion of the horror that accompanied them. "Will you be a fool?" said Cassy, in French. "Let him go! Let me alone to get him fit to be in the field again. Isn't it just as I told you?"
With that and a fine bow, Dunwoodie greeted Cassy when Jones had succeeded in getting her into the inner and airy office. The old ruffian drew a chair. "Do me the honour." Cassy sat down. What a funny old man, she thought. Jones addressing the door, remarked dreamily: "Pendente lite, I will renew my acquaintance with Swinburne's 'Espousals." Dunwoodie glared. "You will find it in the library."
By a singular coincidence, on the very night that this vision appeared to Legree, the house-door was found open in the morning, and some of the negroes had seen two white figures gliding down the avenue towards the high-road. It was near sunrise when Cassy and Emmeline paused, for a moment, in a little knot of trees near the town.
Cassy smoothed her frock. "I was brought up on them." "I don't need to tell you then that when adopted here they provided that marriage should be a civil contract. In so providing, they merely reaffirmed the existing common law. Subsequently, the law was changed.
She was awakened by loud shouts and outcries, the tramp of horses' feet, and the baying of dogs. She started up, with a faint shriek. "Only the hunt coming back," said Cassy, coolly; "never fear. Look out of this knot-hole. Don't you see 'em all down there? Simon has to give up, for this night. Look, how muddy his horse is, flouncing about in the swamp; the dogs, too, look rather crestfallen.
"Can rats walk down stairs, and come walking through the entry, and open a door when you've locked it and set a chair against it?" said Cassy; "and come walk, walk, walking right up to your bed, and put out their hand, so?"
The storm of the day before that had drenched Cassy so abundantly, had been blown afar, blown from her forever. The sky in which a volcano had formed was remote and empty. "Ouf!" Cassy muttered in relief and muttered, too: "Now for the agent!" She had reached the corner. Just beyond was the subway. It would land her within two squares of the man's greasy office.
"When may she, Aunt 'Ria?" cried Prudy, entirely forgetting her troubles; "when may she write it, Aunt 'Ria, she and Cassy?" "A pretty piece of folly it would be, wouldn't it, dear, when you can't read a word of writing?" "But Susy can a little, auntie; and mother can a great deal: and I'll never tease 'em, only nights when I go to bed, and days when I don't feel well. Please, Aunt 'Ria."
In the cañon below, Jones, as he piloted her to the subway, pulled at his gloves. "If I had the ability, I would write an opera, call it 'Danaë' and offer you the title-rôle." Cassy, her thoughts on her grandmother, repeated it. "Danaë?" "Yes, the lady disconnected by marriage with Jupiter who tubbed her in gold gold ink, I suppose.
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