No strange new element invaded dwelling or grounds; the same brown hand
that gave her "hot-water tea" when she sat in her high chair now placed
her chocolate before her, and she missed only old Hector, who had
followed his master to happier hunting grounds, and King Herod, gone,
doubtless, to share the punishment of his namesake. The thoroughbred
horses and silver-grey Jerseys were fine as she remembered them, and
though they now seemed smaller, the white game fowls were as beautiful
as of yore, when she toddled after her grandmother to feed them in the
enclosure to which they were restricted.
Years had made no alteration, save that a fond, trusting child came back
a sadly anxious woman, fronting the world with calm defiance, but
shivering silently under a numbing shadow of brooding dread that time
might deepen, but could not dispel.
CHAPTER XVIII
After prolonged residence in the cosmopolitan atmosphere of Washington,
New York, and continental Europe, it was inevitable that returning
absentees should find the restricted environment of Y---- stiflingly
provincial; and, despite the rapid growth of the town, consequent upon
construction of new railways and erection of furnaces and cotton mills,
its limitations were apparent. There was no lack of individual brains or
culture, but Eglah missed keenly the effectively massed mental activity
that shrewdly focussed all lights on national questions, political
policies, and diplomatic legerdemain in Washington; and especially the
stimulating intellectual ozone, the sharpening friction of perpetual
debate in congressional circles. An exalted official career at the
Capitol lured her like a baleful witch, and transition from brilliant
public life to comparatively secluded domesticity in a Southern country
home strained her patience.
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