mbing roses where Echo sat on the step, chin in hand, absorbed in her own thought. She was alone. Nancy had sli

erlong wid dem ar fawks, now! Speck ah's gwine wait heah all night, yo' triflin' trash, yo'? Yo' heah me-yo' ain' blind! What yo' 'spose Marse Bev'ly

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the southern night, with the scent of the roses wreathing the garden with their intense, mystical odour-only the faint stirring of little leaves

t. It was not that Harry Sevier had lost the verdict: but his speech had seemed to her, in the tension of the crisis, with a man's honour and liberty at stake, inconsequential and almost flippant. And in the

into the library where the Judge sat in the arm-chair by his reading lamp. "You're a d

r beauty-sleep if you and Nancy are off to ride in the mo

on his forehead. "There! You haven't told me h

. "It's b

e him. "I do choose we

ways touched her when she discerned it-something of utter fondness and dependance-and she smo

ynolds sky-and its furniture was of simple white, with large pink dahlias trailing over the chintz window-curtains and chair-cushions. In the d

at you

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not

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wsily. "We had such a lovely evening-

rs. Below her the garden lay, a mass of olive shadows, wound in cloudy golds and misty greens, sprinkled with moon-dust and drenched with the dizzying scent of roses and honeysuckle. All was lapped in the utter quiet of the night-only the swift wing of a night-bird shook the darker clump of iv

oot of the drive and jovial "good-byes," mingled with a hilarious vo

y!" she whispered, with a fr

ncertain step on the gravel, the sound of a stumble

roused Nancy and she sat upright in the drift of silke

has just

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raid so

th. "Oh, I hope your father has

y. "It's so often and often it happens, nowadays. Won'

? A boy has to have a little bit of a good time once in awhile. I wouldn't want him to b

y and he's been two years out of college, now. There's nothing to blame but his drinking-and the company he keeps. What will be the

was doing something disgraceful. Why, he's a gentleman;

lmy night-gown, wound in the mist of her loosened gold shadow

ny penalty-as far as drinking is concerned-until women make it? Listen, Nancy. The year I came out, I went to a dance-my first big one. There was a boy there who followed me about all over the floor. He wanted me to dance with him, and he was-he could hardly walk. At first I was

voice was muffl

dy liked him-as they do Chilly. It's coming to be the same with him, I'm afraid. Th

oment her arms were around the frail little body and th

nately. "I'd rather have him come to me d-d-drunk than an