Paul Rundel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Paul Rundel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fugitives from justice -- Fiction; Georgia -- Fiction; Ku Klux Klan (19th century) -- Fiction
At this moment his attention was drawn to the entrance. Hoag was coming
in accompanied by a lady and little girl, and, treading ponderously,
he led them down the side of the room to a table on Paul's left. Hoag
seemed quite a different man, with his unwonted and clumsy air of
gallantry as he stood holding the back of his sister's chair, which he
had drawn out, and spoke to the head waiter about “something special” he
had told the cook to prepare. And when he sat down he seemed quite out
of place, Paul thought, in the company of persons of so much obvious
refinement. He certainly bore no resemblance to his sister or his niece.
Mrs. Mayfield had a fair, smooth brow, over which the brown tresses fell
in gentle waves; a slender body, thin neck, and white, tapering hands.
But it was Ethel, the little girl, who captured and held from that
moment forth the attention of the mountain-boy. Paul had never beheld
such dainty, appealing loveliness. She was as white and fair as a lily.
Her long-lashed eyes were blue and dreamy; her nose, lips, and chin
perfect in contour. She wore a pretty dress of dainty blue, with white
stockings and pointed slippers. How irreverent, even contaminating,
seemed Hoag's coarse hand when it rested once on her head as he smiled
carelessly into the girl's face! Paul felt his blood boil and throb.
“Half drunk!” he muttered. “He's a hog, and ought to be kicked.”
Then he saw that Hoag had observed him, and to his great consternation
the planter sat smiling and pointing the prongs of his fork at him. Paul
heard his name called, and both the lady and her daughter glanced at him
and smiled in quite a friendly way, as if the fork had introduced them.
Paul felt the blood rush to his face; a blinding mist fell before his
eyes, and the whole noisy room became a chaos of floating objects.
When his sight cleared he saw that the three were looking in another
direction; but his embarrassment was not over, for the head waiter came
to him just then and told him that Mr. Hoag wanted him to come to his
table as soon as his dinner was finished.
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