Vashti's Fate — page 36: what you’re looking at

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FAMILY JARS—EVERLEIGH TRAITS. 31 ‘anger, come to think—and she landed me outside the ‘door in a twinkling, I can tell you. ‘«*How dare you go there?’ she said; ‘your dog even has more sense than that.’ ‘Indeed, he had not offered to follow me into the Her- mitage. I was so full of laugh then, I couldn't be still, so I broke away from herand ran off here. I left her double- bolting the door, and I've a notion somebody will catch it for leaving it open. So you see it was all my own fault.” **T don’t see any such thing!” said Vashti, her eyes flash- ing. “No, I dare say you dont. You'd have raised the house if she had put the weight of her little finger on you. Precious Vashti! but you see I don’t lay up such things,’ said Nora, a laugh dancing in her eyes again, like sun- shine seen through a delicious April shower. ““No,” said Vashti, taking up her angry walk again, “and the more fool you. Wonderful little Everleigh blood you ve got, to stand that, and all the rest you take from Miss Margery Gresham |” ’ **Its nater, as Pete says,” said Nora, coolly, her arm still round her mother’s neck, and her other hand softly putting the hair off her face, and wiping the tears that still fell slowly. From the shadow of the vines that darkened the door- way, stepped, all at once, Margery Gresham, her face marble-white even to her lips, her keen gray éyes glitter- ing. She did not look angry—the expression of her face was beyond words. It was as if she had stood, a moment before, in the very jaws of death. “‘Aunt Margery,” cried Nora, ‘‘did you see the ghost, oh, did you?” com boo S (E(e) m