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Chapter 11

           Youaredustyyou’vebeentravelling?Here,Morinda!Hasteyoutothesideboard,andpouroutsomedrink.MrStumpwillbethirsty,I’msure,thishotday.Whatwouldyoupreferport,sherry,claret?Ah,now,ifIrecollect,youusedtobepartialtoMonongahelawhisky.Ithinkthereissome.Morinda,seeiftherebe!Stepintotheverandah,dearMrStump,andtakeaseat.Youwereinquiringforpapa?Iexpecthimhomeeveryminute.Ishalltrytoentertainyoutillhecome."

           Hadtheyoungladypausedsoonerinherspeech,shewouldnothavereceivedanimmediatereply.Evenasitwas,somesecondselapsedbeforeZebmaderejoinder.Hestoodgazinguponher,asifstruckspeechlessbythesheerintensityofhisadmiration.

           "Lordo’marcy,MissLewaze!"heatlengthgaspedforth,"IthortwhenIusedtoseeyouontheMassissippi,yewartheputtiestcritterontheairth;butnow,Ithinkyetheputtiestthingeytheronairthorinhewing.Geehosofat!"

           Theoldhunter’spraisewasscarceexaggerated.Freshfromthetoilette,theglossofherluxurianthairuntarnishedbythenotionoftheatmosphere;hercheeksglowingwithacarminetint,producedbytheapplicationofcoldwater;herfinefigure,gracefullydrapedinarobeofIndiamuslinwhiteandsemi-translucentcertainlydidLouisePoindexterappearasprettyasanythinguponearthifnotinheaven.

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