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If the weather should be unpropitious the festival was to be in the church vestry. All that day Dorinda was busy baking and icing cake. She was not going to the festival partly because I was going and she could not leave Mother but principally because such affairs were altogether too frivolous to fit in her scheme of orthodoxy.
"Well, anyhow it looks to me Lute, you keep still as if there was goin' to be two parties in Denboro afore this Lane business is over. One for the Coltons and one against 'em. You'll have to take one side or the other, won't you, Roscoe?" "Not necessarily." "Goin' to set on the fence, hey?" "That's a good place TO sit, isn't it?" Dorinda smiled, grimly.
I could see no use in repeating my conversation with Captain Jed. Dorinda nodded. "Goin' to tell the town to go where you sent the other one?" she asked, dryly. "I don't know." "Humph! Well," with some sarcasm, "it must be fine to be in a position where money's no object. I never tried it, myself, but it sounds good." I did not answer. "Um-hm," she said.
Lobelia Glover. "I heard yesterday she was pretty feeble," he added. "'Tain't to be expected she'll last a long spell, at her age. Doctor Quimby says she had a spine in her back for twenty years." I made no comment upon poor Mrs. Glover's surprising affliction. I merely grunted and went into the house. Dorinda looked at me curiously. "What's the trouble?" she asked. "Trouble!
"A desperate deed," said Dorinda solemnly, and that was all she would say. Next day Mrs. In the afternoon Dorinda put on her best dress and hat and started out. "I wonder if I am a little scared, 'way down deep," said Dorinda. "I believe I am. But I'm going to do it for all that, and the scareder I get the more I'll do it." Oaklawn, where Uncle Eugene lived, was two miles away.
Edelwald took the dwarf's mandolin and stood up among them singing the songs they loved, the high and courageous songs, loving songs, and songs of faith. Lady Dorinda, having shut her curtain for the night, declined to take any part in this household festivity, though she contributed some unheard sighs and groans of annoyance during its progress.
Her eyes, behind the brass-rimmed spectacles, flashed fire. This was the longest speech I had ever heard her make. "There, Dorinda," I said, smiling, "don't worry on my account. I'm not worth it. And, whatever I do, I shall see that you and Lute are provided for." Instead of calming her this statement seemed to have the exactly opposite effect. "Stop it!" she snapped. "The idea!
He sent for a lawyer and had a new will made, leaving everything to Eugene. I think, nay, I am sure, that he would have relented in time, but he died the very next week; they found him dead in his bed one morning, so Eugene got everything; and that is all there is of the story, Dorinda." "And Uncle Eugene has been our enemy ever since?" "Yes, ever since.
He took no interest in Lady Dorinda and the box of Madame Bronck, and scratched the pallet with his toes and the nail at the end of his bill. But Le Rossignol pushed him down and pressed her confidences upon this familiar. "So her highness threw that box out into the fort.
The amiable Dorinda had not, before her death, the consolation of knowing that such a change happened in her fortune, as in that case she might have easily turned it to the advantage of the generous Clarissa.
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