Hawk's Nest; or, The Last of the Cahoonshees.: A Tale of the Delaware Valley and Historical Romance of 1690.Allerton, James M. (James Martin)
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Hawk's Nest; or, The Last of the Cahoonshees.: A Tale of the Delaware Valley and Historical Romance of 1690.
Allerton, James M. (James Martin)
Delaware River Valley (N.Y.-Del. and N.J.) -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Well, then brother, I am glad you sent for me. I am sure that I should
have busted if I hadn’t got away from there just as I did! Only to think
of a woman holding her mouth for twelve hours!
Nonsense, Cora! Nonsense! Come to the point.
That is just where I am coming. I am coming to the point—to the point of
explosion. As I said. I have held my mouth for twelve hours. Only think
of that. And all that time, I have been generating—holding in—filling up.
But now I will let off. Did you ever hear of a woman holding her tongue
so long before?
Cora, you are really cruel. I sent for you to learn something about the
stranger that is in the cabin.
That is just what I thought, and I will tell you all I know.
That is a good girl, Cora—I am dying to hear about him.
Yes, and I have been dying for twelve hours in his presence, and if you
hadn’t sent for me just as you did, I am sure that I should have been
dead gone.
But Cora, you are not telling me anything.
How can I? You talk all the while, and I can’t get a word in edgeways.
Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Oh, Cora, stop this ranting. Let the ridiculous
go, and tell me what has taken place in the cabin.
Ranting! Well, that is pretty language to come from the first Lieutenant
of the Reindeer. Well, may be I do rant. I have got a right to rant. I
will rant! I must let off this superabundant amount of gas that has been
generating in my brain for the last sixteen hours.
But I tell you it is ridiculous.
Well go on and tell me what is so ridiculous.
That is just what I have been trying to do for half an hour.
But I tell you it is ridiculous.
Well, go on.
I am going on if you will be still and give me a chance.
Then I will be still. I won’t speak again until you get through.
Then you will never speak again, for I never shall get through.
Charles remained silent.
Why don’t you speak? Why don’t you say something? There you sit as
stubborn as a mule. I thought you had something to say to me and sent for
me for that purpose.
Charles still remained silent.
Well, if it has come to this, that my brother can’t speak to me, I will
go. But I tell you it is ridiculous.
Charles still remained silent.
No, I won’t go. I’ll make you speak if I have to stay all day.
Charles lighted a cigar, and resigned himself to a chair.
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