It was a small pin of shell and silver, such as
ladies sometimes used for fastening the hair.
"Somehow, I got the idea you was a bachelor man," went on the
Honorable William cheerfully. "Thought you lived here all alone in
solitary splenjure; never looked at a woman in your whole life in
the whole memory of man. But, looky-here, now, what's this?"
Dunwody, suddenly confused, could only wonder whether his face
showed what he really felt. His guest continued his investigation.
"An' looky-there on the table!" pointing, where some servant
apparently had placed, yet another article of ladies' apparel,
dropped by accident, a dainty glove of make such as no servant of
that country ever saw, much less used. "Come now," blithely went
on the gentleman from Belmont. "Things is lookin' mighty
suspicious, mighty suspicious. Why didn't you tell us when you-all
was married?"
A sudden start might have drawn attention to Judge Clayton, but he
controlled himself. And if a slight smile assailed his lips, at
least he was able to suppress it.
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