Vashti's Fate — page 180: what you’re looking at

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CHANGES. 175 suspicions were first aroused on the subject, she assured me, that there was nothing of the kind.” ‘‘Of course, she had no right to tell what had been con- fided to her in strict secrecy.”’ «She had no right to lie to me, Vashti Everleigh.” ‘‘T am no hypocrite, Aunt Margery,” said Vashti, with a flush of shame. ‘‘I know nothing of what Miss Dale said to you. If I had known of your questioning her, I should have suffered her to tell the truth. I would rather she had told the truth; but she only deceived you, through excess of friendship for me.” ‘‘Deceived! Call things by their names, Miss Dale lied to me; and if I am not greatly mistaken, she has lied to you.” ‘I don’t believe it, and I think you use very hard language.” “Well, well, send for Miss Dale. I should like to ask her a question or two in your presence—stay, I will go for her myself.” As Miss Gresham left the room by one door, Mr. Das- comb came in by the other, sauntering in indolent non- chalance up to the fire, not much changed from what he was when we last saw him, with his black hair and his black whiskers sleek and shining, and his white teeth show- ing between his complacent lips. He sat down, glancing over the elegant appointments of the room, with an ‘‘Il am monarch of all I survey” air, and then lifting Vashti’s hand as he sat near her, began to toy with the rings on her slen- — der fingers. She drew it away from him almost immediate- ly; something in his familiar bearing jarred with her pre- sent mood. He was too indolent and careless, too assured to notice it, and sat with his effeminate hands clasped be- ecom chooks: (@ ie ; u a . £:% <2 \ 7 -s ‘ 4 oe Am . Mae - ian > fo: Sak Saas nt 34 3 mi on ee i oe eh: nee 7 mm Th x ok Mer Tel ey i a A MY baie ee we, - « > at. q aye tS Le ors J * ) * i - ~ “ie