The scared
face and trembling form of the young negress did not escape Mrs.
Waldo's quick eye.
"Zany, what are you concealing?" she asked, sternly. "What does all
this mean?"
"Dar now, misus," answered Aun' Jinkey with a certain simple
dignity, "we mus' des trus you. I'se yeared you a lubin' serbent ob
de Lawd. Ef you is, you am' gwine ter bring mis'ry on mis'ry. We
mus' brung Miss Lou roun' sudden 'fo' ole miss comes. He'p us git
young mistis sens'ble en I tell you eberyting I kin. Dere ain' not'n
bade 'bout dis honey lam' ob mine."
They undressed the girl as if she were a helpless child and put her
to bed, and then Zany went downstairs to keep Mrs. Baron out of the
way if possible, at the same time listening intently for any signs
of trouble to Chunk.
Miss Lou's over-taxed mind had given way, or rather was enchained by
a spell of horror to the scenes presented all too vividly in Chunk's
bald statement. Her nervous force had been too enfeebled and
exhausted to endure the shock of an impression so tremendous in its
tragic reality that her faculties had no power to go beyond it.
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