But I couldn't tell you even if
I would. Haven't the least idea what sort of a note it was, from a note
of music to a 'note of hand,' because I had to swallow it as I swallowed
the Ogre at the church--without looking at it. And it is just as
indigestible! I feel it like a bullet in my throat yet!" And that was
all the satisfaction they could get out of Jacko.
"I should not wonder if you had been making a fool of yourself, Nace,"
said the commodore, who seemed inclined to blow up both parties.
"I hope, sir," said the professor, with great assumption of dignity,
"that you now see the necessity of forbidding that impertinent young
coxcomb the house."
"Shall do nothing of the sort, Grim. Thurston has no more idea of
falling in love with little Jacko than he has with her mother or
Henrietta, not a bit more." And then the commodore happening to turn his
attention to the two gaping negroes, with a flourish of his stick sent
them about their business, and left the room.
The next evening Thurston repaired to the mossy dell in the expectation
of seeing Marian, who, of course, did not make her appearance.
The morning after, filled with disappointment and mortifying conjecture
as to the cause of her non-appearance, Thurston presented himself before
Jacquelina at Luckenough.
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