Vashti's Fate — page 51: what you’re looking at

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‘1. eat 46 AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. her words rushed forth like an angry torrent. The young man looked at her in astonishment. Ae ‘‘Cousin,” he said, gravely, ‘‘I did not know it was a sore subject; pardon me, I was only joking.” SES ‘‘It’s not a sore subject! There is no ghost at Ever- leigh. Let what will come, I won’t countenance that ridiculous tale,” she said, half to herself, ‘‘and once for all, Leonidas, I am no subject for a joke. Speak your plain mother tongue when you talk with me—yea, yea, and nay, nay—whatever is more than this, is especially disagreeable to me.” } Seis He did not answer, and both sat in grave eis os a short time. ‘‘Leonidas,” she exclaimed, fixing her eye upon him, ‘‘T wish you would go right back home again.’ ‘“Cousin, I'll be so good if you'll let me stay. I wont meddle nor make mischief—I'll be peOpney itself. I want to stay—that’s the long and short of it.’ ea ‘What for?” she said, in her hard tones. ‘ ‘* Because—well, because, if you must know, I was by 9? here three years ago, and I took such a liking for the place ~ and the folks, that I determined to come again some day ; and in pursuance of that determination, Iam here. I did not SHPpoRe your objection to my coming was anything serious.’ : ‘‘Three years ago! That was when you ran away from — home and went soldiering. Leonidas, don’t tell me you were here, that—dreadful day!” she said, excitedly ap- proaching him. ‘‘Indeed then, but I was. What of it?” She controlled herself with a violent effort. Evidently a. Ree torrent of words was on her tongue. To her anxious mind, ub : this young, dashing, careless fellow, was an object of es- —