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Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 2411    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

igh tide, that is, the year when they stopped reading. Along the judge's line, one finds,

remarkably literary," protested Cousin Sa

has dropped some-some portions of his clothing on the stairs

ded Eve, taking the little reprobate

lee. "Dey gets in Jack's foots." That w

ed his forehead. "I have r

or Cousin Sarah dealt in interjections. But it might be ad

He put on his spectacles, and, holding the paper off at a distance, read aloud, with slow, indignant enunciation, as follows: "'The Great Reaper has descended amongst us. And this time he has carried back with him sadly brilliant sheaves; for his arrows have been shot at a shining mark' (arrows for a reaper!" commente

at the door; giving her calico skirt a twist by

f. She shook hands with Cousin Sarah Cray and Eve; then she went through the same ceremony with the judge,

take them," said Eve, for Miss Leontine w

so seemed embarrassed. He took up one of

e with each other afterwards; everything on earth may happen to them during this process-poisonings and murders and shootings; she does not mind these in the least, fo

"but-but I have always supposed so. Yes. We read them aloud," she added, turn

ductions," commented the judge, turning

y," respo

k why 'na

nless, indeed, it may be 'Tom Jones.' Montaigne and Lamb, Latin quotations that are not hard, a glass of good wine wit

ng lady-" began th

ng, interrupted him. "I think

just come," said

hank you." She fumbled ineffectually for the handle of the door, and, when it was opened fo

e matter with her," said Co

an hour ago, and we fell into conversation; I don't know what possessed me, but in relating some anecdote of a jocular nature which h

h Cray, aghast, while Eve gave way to irrepres

udge sent an eye-beam towards the laughing Eve-"I venture to say that Mis

far too dignified." Then, with a desire to be strictl

his seemed

ses Wingfield (it was reall

e go?"

ere will be ourselves, four; and Miss Polly and Miss Leontine, six; then the Debbses, thirteen-fourteen if Mrs. Debbs comes; the Rev. Mr. Bu

be invited," remarked Cicely. "He will

rved Eve. "It's plain Debbs; yet you call it Dessss-holding on to all the s's, a

n," responded Cousin Sarah Cray. "Th

theme in Matilda. The others are all v

nt to t

sed the open door of the parlor on their way up-stairs to

either," said Cousin Sarah

it pleased her to sing straight on, so rapidly that she made mince-meat of the words of her song, the delicate little notes almost seeming to come from

g, I drea

, love,

-bright w

ing we

the tar-and-turpentine man is looking over the gate," she said, in a low voi

on the veranda with her, alone; she has been madly in love with him ever since he chucked her under the chin. What's

bell. "Tar-and-turpentine man

h a letter. "Fer Mis'

in person; clad in his best black coat, with a silk hat, the blue goggles, and a tasselled cane, he not only delivered them with his own hands, but he declaimed the addresses in a lo

iss Polly, to see her little dog, which was

to Eve, "I never have

st have," E

ing up-stairs for a moment

s going on. As soon as she could

from F

comin

onded Cicel

ns. But she found time to think, "What

nt they coul

a tap at the door, and Cicely entered. She had taken off her dress

ve changed my mind, I am going to tell you." Putting down the brush, she let the shawl fall back. There across her white breast was a long p

mean that your husband-"

rdie. He

he m

he has bee

rms protectingly. "I have been so hard to you, Cicely, so

nt of baby," Cicely went o

touch baby?" said

-doors-baby and me-in the middle of the night, with only our night-dresses on; fortunately it wasn't very cold. That time, and the time he broke baby's arm (he seized him by the arm and flung him out of his crib), we were not i

me, Cicely, and let me take him away-at

w-not just now. I am telling you what has hap

e showed that

I have

't let me take him away?" said Eve,

may follow me. But he will never go to Romney, he doesn't like Romney; even

tter laugh-"jealous of Jack's poor bones in the buryi

h sudden terror. She grasped Eve's arm. "

oked a

ok. "I have loved him ever since the first hour

said that

wouldn't hav

ch other-the tall Eve,

country-this whole horrible South!" said Eve, wa

ly went on, gently. "It seldom happens-tha

h a repelling gesture. "

he will be s

then, let us get

to-m

bed, for she still kept him with her at night. Cicely we

d arm. "It was just here," whispered Cicely, kneeling down and softly t

or him?-the baby, I mean." She spo

dn't care?" asked C

ngest smile Eve

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“Constance Fenimore Woolson was the great niece of James Fenimore Cooper and a close friend and correspondent of Henry James. A successful short story and novel writer Woolson was one of the "local color", or American literary regionalism authors popular in late-nineteenth century America. She travelled a great deal through America and Europe where she gathered material for her works. Woolson's stories focus on character, dialects, customs and landscape that are unique to a region. Her tales are often imbued with a sense of nostalgia for a world not yet in step with the modern world of development.”
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