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f calling, quite different from the howling of mad folk, or the mocking laughter or ugly whine of Jeremy. Miss Orrin poured out tea with a kind of grim _aplomb_. If I had been afraid that she meant to poison us--or at least Elsie, I was soon undeceived. The amount of tea that she poured down her own throat was astonishing in the extreme. There were, however, certainly several sorts of cake that she would not allow her master, Mr. Stennis, to touch, on pretext of indigestion, but which she pressed upon us. And it was all that I could do, by kicking her shins beneath the table, to keep Elsie from accepting. I managed it all right, though. They might have been as harmless as my father's acid drops. But after all there was only one Elsie, and I was not going to run any risks. There was a distant sound of calling across the moat, and at the noise, Mr. Stennis frowned, an ugly look coming over his face, while on the contrary the sound had a still more extraordinary effect upon Miss Orrin. Her eyes gleamed more softly, losing for a moment their iron-gray expression. Her hands went up instinctively to the thin little corkscrew curls which bobbed at either side of her face. In ten seconds the fierce, angular old maid looked ten years younger. Love, vanity, self-consciousness--ye are wondrous things. "If it's that interfering curate from Over Breckonton, I'll throw him into the moat! I'll have the dogs on him," growled Mr. Stennis, "always poking his nose in when he is least wanted!" Then he turned to his housekeeper, and detecting her busy fingers, he said with a sneer-- "What, prinking again! I see. Only the beneficed clergy have any chance with you, Miss Aphra!" "Beneficed!" she cried. "Ah! poor lad, I wish he were! If I had my will it would not all go to that lazy vicar, who never does a ha'pworth of good, but rides to hounds and preaches his father's sermons, because he cannot make one for himself." "Ha!" cried the old man, "be off with you, young ones. Miss Orrin is going to receive spiritual direction and absolution." The tall old woman started up, her right hand upon the bread knife, as if she could have killed her master with it on the spot. "Well would it be for you, Hobby Stennis, if you did the like!" she said, restraining herself with difficulty. "But there's Mr. Ablethorpe, and he must not be kept waiting!" "Of course not, Miss Orrin," said Mr. Stennis sneeringly. "It were a
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