Red Spider, Volume 2 (of 2)Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Red Spider, Volume 2 (of 2)
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction -- 19th century
Quick as thought, he threw some hay strands round her head, and kissed
both her rosy cheeks.
Kate drew herself away, angry at his impudence, especially angry at his
kissing her before Samuel Voaden. She threw down her pitchfork
(’heable’ in the local dialect), and folding her arms, said with a frown
and a pout, ’Do the rest yourself. I will work for you no more.’
’Oh, Kate, do not take offence. I went naturally where was the sweetest
hay.’
In her anger she looked prettier than when in good humour. She glanced
round out of the corners of her eyes, and saw to her satisfaction that
Samuel was on the further side of the waggon, unconscious of what had
taken place. Hillary was humble, he made ample apology, and offered
lavish flattery. Kate maintained, or affected to maintain, her anger
for some time, and forced Larry to redouble his efforts to regain her
favour. Her fair hair, fine as silk just wound from a cocoon, was
ruffled over her brow, and her brow was pearled with heat-drops. She was
a slender girl, with a long neck and the prettiest shoulders in the
world. She wore a light gown, frilled about the throat and bosom and
sleeves, tucked up at the side, showing a blue petticoat and white
stockings. She picked up the ’heable’ with a sigh, and then stood
leaning on it, with the sleeves fallen back, exposing her delicate arms
as far as the rosy elbows.
It was not possible for Kate to remain long angry with Larry, he was so
good-natured, so full of fuss, so coaxing; he paid such pretty
compliments, his eyes were so roguish, his face so handsome—besides,
Samuel was on the other side of the waggon, seeing, hearing nothing.
The dimples formed in her cheeks, the contraction of lips and brows gave
way, the angry sparkle disappeared from her blue eyes, and then her
clear laugh announced that she was pacified. Hillary, knowing he had
conquered, audacious in his pride of conquest, put his arm round her
waist, stooped, and kissed the bare arm nearest him that rested on the
pitchfork, then he sprang aside as she attempted to box his ears.
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