Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription JOSCELYN159
There was something hesitating in the manner of Alison as he
made these last suggestions.
"These are things to be thought of," answered the old man
gravely, "In the meantime, Major, will you do me the kindness to
take the measure of these female shoes? My back was ever too stiff
for stooping, and it grows less and less flexible every year."
There were two distinct tracks of female shoes. The old man re-
ceived the measures in silence, and put them in his pocket. In two
hours after, having continued their conference in the chamber of the
Baron, Alison retired to his own room, destroyed a pile of MS. notes
and correspondence, then packed his valise, had his horse brought
forth, and rode off without further seeking to see any of the family.
It may be well to hint that the anxieties of Annie, when she saw
the course which the two men had taken, towards the orchard, after
leaving the breakfast table, became exceedingly lively. Flora was
summoned to her, and the young lady simply pointed them out to
the eyes of the negress, where they stood, at the entrance of the
orchard.
This was quite enough. Flora disappeared, in what direction none
could say. But she, no doubt, satisfied her curiosity, as far as this was
possible; for, under Alison's management, the proceedings of Old
Dunbar and himself were tolerably circumspect. But at the close, she
suffered herself to be caught, crossing the course of the two, as they
made their way back from the orchard to the dwelling.
"What have you been dodging about here, young woman?" de-
manded Dunbar, seizing her by the shoulder, and subjecting her to a
sound shaking.
"Oh! maussa, I ain't been dodging at all! wha I had for do tree
day in ebbry week?´┐Żbin hang out de clothes, for dry 'em."
"You've been in the orchard then, you blasted, all the
time?" giving her another shake.
"Das de berry place, maussa, where I hang de clothes! Hab for
hang 'em dare, 'mong de trees. I ax you for plough-line dozens o'
times, for hang de clothes on, but you ain't gi' one ! "
Another rough shake, and, with an oath, he dismissed her to her
mistress.
In ten minutes after, Annie had possessed herself of an old pair of
Miss Janet's shoes, two sizes larger than her own, while the latter