Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
For, alack, Euphemia’s accomplishments were indeed of manual
achievement. He listened with surprise that this should be the extent
of her vaunted book-learning, knowing naught of how scanty were
her opportunities, and what labor this poor proficiency had cost.
Subjugation is possible only to superior force. In the instant his
former attitude of mind toward her had returned, on this pitiful
exhibition of incapacity which she herself and her prideful parents
were totally incompetent to realize. She droned on in a painful
sing-song, now floundering heavily among unaccustomed words, now
spelling aloud one more difficult than the others, while he had much
ado to keep the contemptuous laugh from his face, aware that now and
again his countenance was anxiously yet triumphantly perused by the
delighted old people, to lose no token of his appreciation and wonder.
To bear this scrutiny more successfully he sought to occupy his
thoughts in other matters. His practiced eye noted even at the
distance that the newspaper must be some county sheet,--published
perhaps in the town of Colbury. He congratulated himself that the girl
had evidently exhausted the columns of local news, and was now deep
in the contents of what is known as the “patent outside.” Otherwise
his polite martyrdom might have been of greater duration. He felt that
neither her interest nor that of her audience would long sustain her
in the wider range of subjects and the more varied and unaccustomed
vocabulary of the articles, copied from many sources, which made up
this portion of the journal.
The next moment he could have torn it from her hands. His heart gave
a great bound and seemed to stand still. His eyes were fixed and
shining. He half rose from his chair; then by an absolute effort
resumed his seat and resolutely held himself still. In the throe of an
inexpressible suspense every fibre of his being was stretched to its
extremest tension as, slowly, laboriously, pausing often, the drawling
voice read on anent “Young Lucien Royce. Details of his Terrible
Death.” For so the head-lines ran.
IV.
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