His Other Wife: A Novel — page 306: what you’re looking at

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298 MISTRESS AND MAID. ‘Have you seen him?” ‘“Ves;- his face is about like that chalk figger up thar,” pointing to'a Greek bust in marble that occupied a niche above Leda’s writing-desk, ‘‘and his eyes blazes like pine torches on a dark night.” ‘«Does he talk?” ‘‘Not a breath—silent as the tomb. I did hear him say a few words to Miss Draper about two hours ago.” ‘‘What did he say?” ‘‘They had rolled his chair into the library, nigh the front window, and Miss Draper was on one side of his chair a-helpin’ to move it gently along with the doctor. When they stopped it at the open window, his eyes lit on the bird-cage hangin’ among the vines on the piazza, with Miss Hil’ry’s canary in it. He said: | ‘¢*Poor little Faith! I wonder if her bird grieves for her, too?’ | ‘‘Arter he spoke this, he shut down his eyelids, and two big drops fell down on his face.” ‘« What else?” Leda’s tone was hard and chill. ‘“Well, nothin’. Miss Draper she went out and left him then, for she got to cryin’, too, and I s’pose she was afeard he’d see her at it, and fret worse.” *“Ts he still in the library ?” “Yes, honey. They wanted him to go back to bed, but he begged ‘em to let him be still, and leave him there alone for awhile, Miss Draper and Mrs, Warren’s gone. Eomicbooks.co aS