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Chapter 32

           

           NotfullybelievingthemessagesentthroughMaryGarth,theyhadpresentedthemselvestogetherwithinthedoorofthebedroom,bothinblackMrs.Waulehavingawhitehandkerchiefpartiallyunfoldedinherhandandbothwithfacesinasortofhalf-mourningpurple;whileMrs.Vincywithherpinkcheeksandpinkribbonsflyingwasactuallyadministeringacordialtotheirownbrother,andthelight-complexionedFred,hisshorthaircurlingasmightbeexpectedinagambler’s,waslollingathiseaseinalargechair.

           OldFeatherstonenosoonercaughtsightofthesefunerealfiguresappearinginspiteofhisordersthanragecametostrengthenhimmoresuccessfullythanthecordial.Hewasproppeduponabed-rest,andalwayshadhisgold-headedsticklyingbyhim.Heseizeditnowandsweptitbackwardsandforwardsinaslargeanareaashecould,apparentlytobantheseuglyspectres,cryinginahoarsesortofscreech

           "Back,back,Mrs.Waule!Back,Solomon!"

           "Oh,Brother.Peter,"Mrs.WaulebeganbutSolomonputhishandbeforeherrepressingly.Hewasalarge-cheekedman,nearlyseventy,withsmallfurtiveeyes,andwasnotonlyofmuchblandertemperbutthoughthimselfmuchdeeperthanhisbrotherPeter;indeednotlikelytobedeceivedinanyofhisfellow-men,inasmuchastheycouldnotwellbemoregreedyanddeceitfulthanhesuspectedthemofbeing.

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