Kitty Alone: A Story of Three Fires (vol. 3 of 3) — John Shaqi
Kitty Alone: A Story of Three Fires (vol. 3 of 3)Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Kitty Alone: A Story of Three Fires (vol. 3 of 3)
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction -- 19th century
He turned his menacing eyes on her, with the same snarl on his mouth.
“I’ll tell you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,”
said he. “That is, if you will insist on having it, and you can make of
it what you like, pass’n. When I got to the top o’ the hill, where is
Ash’s linhay, it is true that I remembered I’d not locked up the
dwelling-house. Then I sent Kitty back and told her to lock and put the
key where her aunt would find it, and I’d stay and mind the hoss.”
“Uncle!” Kitty turned white and rigid.
“And, dash it! if someone must ha’ set fire to the old place,’and I
reckon there was someone, them things don’t do themselves,’it must ha’
been either she or Jason, or both together. And I reckon he’s run away
to escape the consequences.”
The rector stood up. He had reseated himself after his protest. His face
was very grave.
“I see,” said he, taking his hat, and moving to the door. “This affair
wears a different colour from what I supposed. It must be elucidated
irrespective of me. My part is done. It must be taken up and
investigated by the proper authorities.”
CHAPTER XLIII
MUCH CRY AND A LITTLE WOOL
“Aunt!” exclaimed Kitty, blank and trembling, turning to Zerah, the
moment the rector had left the house. “Oh, auntie dear, this is not
true’this that Uncle Pasco says. I did not go back. I was left in the
linhay with the cart. What does he mean?”
“He means to shelter himself,” answered Mrs. Pepperill. Then the woman
stepped in front of her husband, and, in her harshest tones and hardest
manner, said, “Pasco! A yea or nay from Kitty is, as pass’n said, worth
a thousand of your protestations, though bolstered up wi’ oaths.”
“Of course Kitty is everything to you and the pass’n, and I am nothing.
I know that very well. I’ve had enough of your violence o’ tongue-lash
these twenty years; and let me tell you, Zerah, I’ve got hard to it and
don’t care a snap for it.” And he suited the action to the word, with an
insolence of expression and manner that would have made the woman blaze
forth into fury at any other time. Now she passed his rudeness with
disregard.
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