Vashti's Fate — page 204: what you’re looking at

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DREAD, 199 seen you fling twice as great a weight twice as far as that,” said Margery Gresham, turning coolly to Philip. The old man, thus addressed, stepped from behind Miss Gresham. Percy Dascomb involuntarily dropped back a pace or two, crying: ‘Don’t touch me, old man.” ‘‘T have no intention of doing so, sir. Miss Vashti,” laying a hand on hersarm, ‘‘won’t you give this over for the present? As you say, you have a right to marry whom you please ; but not in this manner—not in this disgraceful manner. Go back to the house, my dear Miss Vashti; your mother will give her consent in time, if you continue to desire it; and then what a gallant wedding we will have |” ‘‘T cannot, cannot, Philip ; they will never consent, any of them. Frank is as much opposed as mamma; they will never consent, till their consent has ceased to be necessary. I must go; I will go. You~have often said of us Everleighs that we always go our own gait. It is idle and worse to argue withme. [shall certainly go as the sun will rise to-morrow morning. Open the gate for us, Philtp.” ‘““ Leave the gate alone, Philip, and pitch that fellow into the road,” called Miss Gresham. ‘‘] can't do it, ma’am, indeed,’’ he answered Miss Mar- gery, sadly. ‘‘I’ve obeyed the Everleigh voice too long to turn rebellious now. I can’t do it, Miss Margery.” So saying, he opened the gate with the profoundest SSeS and held it for the pair to pass out. _Vashti paused as she came near him, extending her hand; with a “Thank you, Philip.” ,00 comic! cS co ae