David Poindexter's Disappearance, and Other Tales by Julian Hawthorne
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about the environs of the town. Be that as it may, I offered no
opposition to the bargain, and further intimated that I would reward her more substantially on our arrival. At that she laughed again, and made a peculiar gesture with her hand above her head. I uncovered my banjo, swept my fingers across the strings, and struck into a fantastic dance-measure, to the music of which we proceeded along the path, Elsie slightly in advance, her feet keeping time to the airy measure. In fact, she trod so lightly, with an elastic, undulating movement, that with a little more it seemed as if she might float onward like a spirit. The extreme whiteness of her feet attracted my eye, and I was surprised to find that instead of being bare, as I had supposed, these were incased in white satin slippers quaintly embroidered with gold thread. "'Elsie,' said I, lengthening my steps so as to come up with her, 'where do you live, and what do you do for a living?' "'Sure, I live by myself,' she answered; 'and if you'd be after knowing how, you must come and see for yourself.' "'Are you in the habit of walking over the hills at night in shoes like that?' "'And why would I not?' she asked, in her turn. 'And where did your honor get the pretty gold ring on your finger?' "The ring, which was of no great intrinsic value, had struck my eye in an old curiosity-shop in Cork. It was an antique of very old-fashioned design, and might have belonged (as the vender assured me was the case) to one of the early kings or queens of Ireland. |
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