“Do you mean her to have it?” said Tant Sannie in Dutch.
“Why don’t you stop her?” asked Bonaparte in English.
“Why don’t you take it from her?” said Tant Sannie.
So they looked at each other, talking, while Lyndall walked to the fuel-house with the key, her underlip bitten in.
“Waldo,” she said, as she helped him to stand up, and twisted his arm about her waist to support him, “we will not be children always; we shall have the power, too, some day.” She kissed his naked shoulder with her soft little mouth. It was all the comfort her young soul could give him.
Chapter 1.XIII. He Makes Love.
“Here,” said Tant Sannie to her Hottentot maid, “I have been in this house four years, and never been up in the loft. Fatter women than I go up ladders; I will go up today and see what it is like, and put it to rights up there. You bring the little ladder and stand at the bottom.”
“There’s one would be sorry if you were to fall,” said the Hottentot maid, leering at Bonaparte’s pipe, that lay on the table.
“Hold your tongue, jade,” said her mistress, trying to conceal a pleased smile, “and go and fetch the ladder.”