He
expected to see Bet with her hair untidy, her eyes red and dull, and
her face heavy,--he expected to be greeted with a torrent of withering
anger and sarcasm, or to be assailed by a burst of violent woman's
tears and reproaches. Instead of this state of things he saw coming
to meet him a trim lass, dressed with remarkable neatness--her hair
in a great shining coronet on her head, her eyes bright and yet soft,
and a happy smile playing about her lips. Her face changed when she
saw him, but it did not get angry, only a little pale, and the eyes
took an expression of sadness.
"It weren't worth your while father?' she said. It were a mean, mean
trick to play. It were a stab in the dark, father, and it took my
breath away for a time, and I were mad with ye. Yes, Father--I was
'most quite mad in earnest; and ef I had met you last night, maybe I'd
ha' done you an injury. I can't rightly say, only that I know that my
brain was going round, and I was fairly choking with rage--it was as
if you had put a devil into me, father.
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