Whenever Mrs. Borrn indulged in pedestrian exercise she reminded one of a flurried person making a desperate effort to catch an unobliging train. She held her head up, thrust her chest forward, and stepped out with briskness and much rustling of skirts.
In this manner she led the perspiring Ellis--who wished to loiter and watch the black-boy racing up the stock-horses--to the bottom of the home paddock before she touched upon the something of importance she intended to discuss. Rhea had made a few attempts to open a conversation, but she had only walked the faster. Now she drew a long breath, and smiled at him.
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