A First Family of Tasajara. Bret HarteЧитать онлайн книгу.
But what if he wasn't dead? or they couldn't find his body? or he had only disappeared? His plain, matter-of-fact face contracted and darkened. Of course he couldn't ask the company to wait for him to settle that point. He had the power to dispose of the property under that paper, and—he should do it. If 'Lige turned up, that was another matter, and he and 'Lige could arrange it between them. He was quite firm here, and oddly enough quite relieved in getting rid of what appeared only a simple question of detail. He never suspected that he was contemplating the one irretrievable step, and summarily dismissing the whole ethical question.
He turned away from the stove, opened the back door, and walked with a more determined step through the passage to the sitting-room. But here he halted again on the threshold with a quick return of his old habits of caution. The door was slightly open; apparently his angry outbreak of an hour ago had not affected the spirits of his daughters, for he could hear their hilarious voices mingling with those of the strangers. They were evidently still fortune-telling, but this time it was the prophetic and divining accents of Mr. Rice addressed to Clementina which were now plainly audible.
“I see heaps of money and a great many friends in the change that is coming to you. Dear me! how many suitors! But I cannot promise you any marriage as brilliant as my friend has just offered your sister. You may be certain, however, that you'll have your own choice in this, as you have in all things.”
“Thank you for nothing,” said Clementina's voice. “But what are those horrid black cards beside them?—that's trouble, I'm sure.”
“Not for you, though near you. Perhaps some one you don't care much for and don't understand will have a heap of trouble on your account—yes, on account of these very riches; see, he follows the ten of diamonds. It may be a suitor; it may be some one now in the house, perhaps.”
“He means himself, Miss Clementina,” struck in Grant's voice laughingly.
“You're not listening, Miss Harkutt,” said Rice with half-serious reproach. “Perhaps you know who it is?”
But Miss Clementina's reply was simply a hurried recognition of her father's pale face that here suddenly confronted her with the opening door.
“Why, it's father!”
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