Vashti's Fate — page 170: what you’re looking at

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A TUTOR AT EVERLEIGH. 165 like, but don’t dare to bring my name in. You came near losing me my place with your confounded nonsense.” ‘“Ah, Percy! HowcouldI helpit? The wonder is that I did not do worse—to see you standing there alive, when I had thought, for so long, that you were dead.” “Well, well, I don’t blame you; but don’t let’s have anything more of that kind. There, somebody is coming. Go—go!” He opened an opposite door for her himself. She stood within it, holding it so that he could not shut it. ‘‘You haven't said a kind word to me, Percy?” she said, reproachfully. | ‘Bother! Will you go?” ‘“Not while you talk so to me,” she answered, sullenly. ‘‘T am not your dog, Percy. You will find you can’t con- trol me by fear,” ‘‘Well, then, will this do?” He threw one arm over her neck, kissed her on each cheek, saying : ‘““T’ve a plan to make you and me rich, Hetty; trust me and obey me, If you won't do it for fear, do it for love— there. ” iy She suffered him to put her through the door, and close it, but she did not look pleased or satisfied. No one came to the sitting-room fora long time; Mr. Percy Dascomb had it all to himself, and he sat before the fire, basking his handsome self in the cheerful glow, com- placently smoothing his ruffled whiskers, and possibly ma- turing his plans. The piano came in the course of the next day. Mrs. Everleigh, leaning on Miss Dale, and with Nora on the other side, came out from her room like a pleased child, to D4 =.) comicbooks.com ‘ »