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〃Lawd； Miss Cynthy； 'twan' me dat mek Eve madtwuz de preacher； 'caze atter we got back ter de cabin en eat de watermillion ter de rin'； she up en tied her bonnet on tight es a chestnut burr en made right fur de do'。 De preacher done tote 'er； she sez； dat Eve 'uz in subjection ter her husban'； en she'd let 'im see she warn' gwine be subjected unner no man； she warn't。 'Fo' de Lawd； Miss Cynthy； dat ar Eve sutney wuz a high…sperited 'ooman！〃
〃But； Uncle Isam； it was so silly。 Why； she'd been married to you already for a lifetime。〃
〃Dat's so； Miss Cynthy； dat's so； 'caze 'twuz dem ar wuds dat rile 'er mos'。 She 'low she done been in subjection fur gwine on fifty years widout knowin' hit。〃
He finished his coffee at a gulp and leaned back in his chair。
〃En now des fem me hyear how ole I is；〃 he wound up sorrowfully。
〃The twelfth of August； 18 （that's the date of your birth）； makes youlet me seeyou'll be seventy years old next summer。 There； now； since you've found out what you wanted； you'd better spend the night with Uncle Boaz。〃
〃Thanky； ma'am； but I mus' be gwine back agin；〃 responded Uncle Isam； shuffling to his feet； 〃en ef you don' min'； Marse Christopher； I'd like a wud wid you outside de do'。〃
Laughing； Christopher rose from his chair and； with a patriarchal dignity of manner； followed the old man into the moonlight。
CHAPTER VI。 Carraway Plays Courtier
At twelve o'clock the next day； Carraway； walking in the June brightness along the road to the Blake cottage； came suddenly； at the bend of the old icepond； upon Maria Fletcher returning from a morning ride。 The glow of summer was in her eyes； and though her face was still pale； she seemed to him a different creature from the grave； repressed girl of the night before。 He noticed at once that she sat her horse superbly； and in her long black habit all the sinuous lines of her figure moved in rhythm with the rapid pace。
As she neared him； and apparently before she had noticed his approach； he saw her draw rein quickly； and； screened by the overhanging boughs of a blossoming chestnut； send her glance like a hooded falcon across the neighbouring field。 Following the aim of her look； he saw Christopher Blake walking idly among the heavy furrows； watching； with the interest of a born agriculturist； the busy transplanting of Fletcher's crop。 He still wore his jean clothes； which； hanging loosely upon his impressive figure； blended harmoniously with the dull…purple tones of the upturned soil。 Beyond him there was a background of distant wood； still young in leaf； and his bared head； with the strong； sunburned line of his profile； stood out as distinctly as a portrait done in early Roman gold。
That Maria had seen in him some higher possibility than that of a field labourer was soon evident to Carraway； for her horse was still standing on the slight incline； and as he reached her side she turned with a frank question on her lips。
〃Is that one of the labourersthe young giant by the fence？〃
〃Well； I dare say he labours； if that's what you mean。 He's young Blake； you know。〃
〃Young Blake？〃 She bent her brows； and it was clear that the name suggested only a trivial recollection to her mind。 〃There used to be some Blake children in the old overseer's houseis this one of them。〃
〃Possibly； they live in the overseer's house。〃
She leaned over； fastening her heavy gauntlet。 〃They wouldn't play with me； I remember； I couldn't understand why。 Once I carried my dolls over to their yard； and the boy set a pack of hounds on me。 I screamed so that an old Negro ran out and drove them off； and all the time the boy stood by； laughing and calling me names。 Is that he； do you think？〃
〃I dare say。 It sounds like him。〃
〃Is he so cruel？〃 she asked a little wistfully。
〃I don't know about thatbut he doesn't like your people。 Your grandfather had some trouble with him a long time ago。〃
〃And he wanted to punish me？how cowardly。〃
〃It does sound rather savage； but it isn't an ordinary case； you know。 He's the kind of person to curse 'root and branch；' from all I hear； in the good old Biblical fashion。〃
〃Oh； well； he's certainly very large； isn't he？〃
〃He's superb；〃 said Carraway； with conviction。
〃At a distanceso is that great pine over there；〃 she lifted her whip and pointed across the field； then as Carraway made no answer； she smiled slightly and rode rapidly toward the Hall。
For a few minutes the lawyer stood where she had left him； watching in puzzled thought her swaying figure on the handsome horse。 The girl fretted him； and yet he felt that he liked her almost in spite of himselfliked something fine and fearless he found in her dark eyes； liked； too； even while he sneered； her peculiar grace of manner。 There was the making of a woman in her after all； he told himself； as he turned into the sunken road； where he saw Christopher already moving homeward。 He had meant to catch up with him and join company on the way； but the young man covered ground so quickly with his great strides that at last Carraway； losing sight of him entirely； resigned himself to going leisurely about his errand。
When； a little later； he opened the unhinged whitewashed gate before the cottage； the place； as he found it； seemed to be tenanted solely by a family of young turkeys scratching beneath the damask rose…bushes in the yard。 From a rear chimney a dark streak of smoke was rising； but the front of the house gave no outward sign of life； and as there came no answer to his insistent knocks he at last ventured to open the door and pass into the narrow hall。 From the first room on the right a voice spoke at his entrance； and following the sound he found himself face to face with Mrs。 Blake in her massive Elizabethan chair。
〃There is a stranger in the room；〃 she said rigidly； turning her sightless eyes； 〃speak at once。〃
〃I beg pardon most humbly for my intrusion；〃 replied Carraway； conscious of stammering like an offending schoolboy； 〃but as no one answered my knock； I committed the indiscretion of opening a closed door。〃
Awed as much by the stricken pallor of her appearance as by the inappropriate grandeur of her black brocade and her thread lace cap； he advanced slowly and stood awaiting his dismissal。
〃What door？〃 she demanded sharply； much to his surprise。
〃Yours； madam。〃
〃Not answer your knock？〃 she pursued； with indignation。 〃So that was the noise I heard； and no wonder that you entered。 Why； what is the matter with the place？ Where are the servants？〃
He humbly replied that he had seen none； to be taken up with her accustomed quickness of touch。
〃Seen none！ Why； there are three hundred of them； sir。 Well； well； this is really too much。 I shall put a butler over Boaz this very day。〃
For an instant Carraway felt strangely tempted to turn and run as fast as he could along the sunken roadremembering； as he struggled with the impulse； that he had once been caught at the age of ten and whipped for stealing apples。 Recovering with an effort his sense of dignity； he offered the suggestion that Boaz； instead of being seriously in fault； might merely have been engaged in useful occupations 〃somewhere at the back。〃
〃What on earth can h