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"Because," said the money-lender, coolly, "you had other security. You have a daughter!" Judge Custis broke from the bed-covers and rushed upon Meshach Milburn. "Heathen and devil!" he shouted, taking the money-lender by the throat, "do you dare to mention her as part of your mortgage?" They struggled together until a powerful pair of hands pinioned the Judge, and bore him back to his bed.
Perhaps his great plantation of Mount Vernon needed his care. We cannot tell. But we know that, a few days later, he was married to Mrs. Martha Custis, a handsome young widow who owned a fine estate not a great way from Williamsburg, the capital of the colony. This was in January, 1759.
Fortunately so far the students have escaped. I am relieved of mine I hope, and your poor mother is, I hope, better. The storm seems to have subsided, and I trust the bright weather may ameliorate her pains. Custis, Mildred, and the boys are well, as are most of our friends in Lexington.... Fitzhugh writes that everything is blooming at the 'White House, and that his wheat is splendid.
I perceive, as yet, no change in my rheumatic affection.... Tell Custis I am much obliged to him for his attention to my baggage. All the articles enumerated by him arrived safely at Colonel Reid's Thursday morning early.
Custis said, with great clearness, and energized it by sitting up in bed. Roxy left the room. "I hope he has been murdered," said Mrs. Custis, "and that the murderer will never be discovered.
She yet awhile confines herself to coloring photographs, and principally to those of General and Mrs. Washington, which are sold very readily. The girls are well, and have Miss Peyton with them still. Custis, I hope, is better. He is getting over some of his confinement with his classes now, which I hope will be of benefit to him. Give my love to Robert and tell my daughter Tabb I long to see her.
Jedge Custis is comin' for you, aunty. I'm yer to take you home." She did not speak at all, and Phoebus lifted her without resistance nearer to the moonlight. Her lips mumbled unintelligibly, her eyes were dull, she did not seem to know them. Samson crawled forward, and also called her name kindly: "Aunt Hominy, Miss Vesty's sent fur you. Dis yer is Jimmy Phoebus."
Vesta kissed Virgie, and ceased to sob; she rose and kissed her mother also. "It was very wrong in me to say what I did not wish to say, about Uncle Allan, mamma. I hope papa was kind to you to-day." "Dear me!" Mrs. Custis cried; "everything is turned upside down by that bog iron ore. A new element has come into the family to disturb it. Nobody believes anything respectable any more.
"If two of them are going," Virgie exclaimed, "one can drive Missy Custis and the other ride the mule." Samson shook his head. "Dey say a free nigger man gits cotched up in dat ar Delawaw state. Merrylin's good enough fur me. I likes de Merrylin light gals de best," looking at Virgie.
Weems says that his stories were told him by a lady, and "a good old gentleman," who remembered the incidents, while Mr. Custis gives no authority for his minute account of a trivial event over a century old when he wrote. To a writer who invented the rector of Mount Vernon, the further invention of a couple of Boswells would be a trifle.
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