"I will send her
up for those things," pointing to the untasted dinner; "she will wait
upon you during the brief time you are to remain here."
She never moved. She stood there white and defiant and panting, her
glittering eyes riveted to his face. With a sullen oath he opened the
door and walked out, baffled once more.
"Curse the little vixen!" he muttered, as he stalked down-stairs; "she's
made of the stuff that breaks but never bends. I believe in my soul if I
was to carry her off to sea to-morrow she would leap overboard and end
it all the day after. I wish I had never listened to Blanche's tempting.
I wish I had left the little termagant in peace. The game isn't worth
the candle."
He found Mrs. Susan Sharpe sitting where he had left her, with her
imperturbable face still turned to the fire, her bonnet and shawl still
on.
"Take off those things!" he ordered, harshly, pointing to the offending
garments--it was a relief to vent his spleen on some one. "Why the deuce
don't you take her to her room?" turning savagely upon Sally. "Let her
have the chamber next my patient, and then go into her room and fetch
away the tray, and see what you can do for her.
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