Alabama -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; War stories
"Indeed! How deplorably your education has been neglected! I thought
your adored Dominie Sampson down yonder at the parsonage was teaching
you a prodigious amount?"
"Give me my ring, Mr. Murray, and I will leave you."
"Shall I not enlighten you on the subject of emeralds?"
"Thank you, sir, I believe not, as what I have already heard does not
tempt me to prosecute the subject."
"You think me insufferably presumptuous?"
"That is a word which I should scarcely be justified in applying to
you."
"You regard me as meddlesome and tyrannical?"
She shook her head.
"I generally prefer to receive answers to my questions. Pray, what do
you consider me?"
She hesitated a moment, and said sadly and gently:
"Mr. Murray, is it generous in you to question me thus in your own
house?"
"I do not claim to be generous, and the world would indignantly defend
me from such an imputation! Generous? On the contrary, I declare
explicitly that, unlike some 'whited supulchres' of my acquaintance, I
do not intend to stand labeled with patent virtues! Neither do I parade
mezuzoth on my doors. I humbly beg you to recollect that I am not a
carefully-printed perambulating advertisement of Christianity."
Raising her face, Edna looked steadfastly at him, and pain, compassion,
shuddering dread filled her soft, sad eyes.
"Well, you are reading me. What is the verdict?"
A long, heavily-drawn sigh was the only response.
"Will you be good enough to reply to my questions?"
"No, Mr. Murray. In lieu of perpetual strife and biting words, let
there be silence between us. We can not be friends, and it would be
painful to wage war here under your roof; consequently, I hope to
disarm your hostility by assuring you that in future I shall not
attempt to argue with you, shall not pick up the verbal gauntlets you
seem disposed to throw down to me. Surely, sir, if not generous you are
at least sufficiently courteous to abstain from attacks which you have
been notified will not be resisted?"
"You wish me to understand that hereafter I, the owner and ruler of
this establishment, shall on no account presume to address my remarks
to Aaron Hunt's grandchild?"
"My words were very clear, Mr. Murray, and I meant what I said, and
said what I meant. But one thing I wish to add: while I remain here, if
at any time I can aid or serve you, Aaron Hunt's grandchild will most
gladly do so. I do not flatter myself that you will ever require or
accept my assistance in anything, nevertheless I would cheerfully
render it should occasion arise."
He bowed and returned the emerald, and Edna turned to leave the library.
"Before you go, examine this bauble."
He took from his vest pocket a velvet case containing a large ring,
which he laid in the palm of her hand.
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