Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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parture of any one, and was quite satisfied until she heard Angelica
singing gaily, as she darted up the stairway.
At that moment Grace happened to look out from the window,
and, with a slight scream, she hurried out to the encounter with
Angelica, who had not yet reached the platform at the head of the
stairway.
".Go," she cried to Angelica, hurriedly, but with a voice of com-
mand; "go, hasten out, and stop him if you can ! He is now bringing
his horse from the stable. Stop him by all means ! Say that you wish
him to drive you in the chaise, over to Mrs., Mrs.. Oh!
anywhere, only stop him!"
It was surprising how rapidly Angelica obeyed. That voice of
authority, so suddenly speaking, was not to be gainsayed. She darted
down the steps, was in the piazza, in the yard, in a few moments,
while Grace, with hardly less speed, made her way down to her
mother, to whom she cried at the. door:
"You have suffered him to escape ! "
Starting up from her sleep, the old lady dropped stocking and
knitting needles, and wildly asked :
"Where's Walter where's Angey? They were here but a mo-
ment ago!"
"Gone! And you, mother you could forget--could not keep
awake for a few hours ! "
"Was I asleep, child? I did not think it, I declare; but I felt
drowsy it was so warm in the sun, and we walked, you know, a
good deal. And, Lord bless me, how could Angey let him go? And
it seems but a moment ago that I saw them both there, sitting at that
very table, and playing domino together ! "
"Domino!"
Grace spoke the word with as much emphasis as if it had been an
oath. She went forth into the piazza, and saw the scene to its close.
Angelica had ran forth shrieking:
"Walter ! Walter ! "
She was answered by the heavy clatter of his horse's feet, as he
darted, at full gallop, up the road; aye, and in the very direction of
the school-house of Stephen Joscelyn.
Grace groaned bitterly. She turned away from the drowsy mother
and the butterfly daughter, leaving them to those mutual reproaches,