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"If Rance Belmont lost all the money he has on him, and maybe ran a bit in debt, he couldn't go away to-morrow with her, could he? She thinks he's just goin' to drive her to Brandon, but I know him he'll go with her, sure she can't help who travels on the train with her and how'll that look? But if he were to lose his money he couldn't travel dead broke, could he, Da?"
At length, as the music was about to recommence, Mauleverer, with a careless glance at Lucy's partner, said, "Will Miss Brandon now allow me the agreeable duty of conducting her to her father?" "I believe," answered Lucy, and her voice suddenly became timid, "that, according to the laws of the rooms, I am engaged to this gentleman for another dance."
Wants my private ear about one thing and another see what I mean?" "We shall expect you, Brandon," said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing him with her lorgnette. "I'll come, thank you," said he. He felt disgustingly transparent under that inquisitive glass. Wrandall stepped out of the car. "I'll stop off for a chat with Brandy, mother." "Shall I send the car back, dear?" "Never mind. I'll walk down."
Anyhow, I'd rather hire a less sophisticated crowd; the half-civilized Meztiso is worse than the other sort, but I don't see why we shouldn't look for some further along the coast. Do you feel like taking the launch, Brandon, and trying what you can do?" "I'd enjoy the trip," Dick answered with some hesitation. "But I'd probably have to go beyond Coronal, and it might take a week."
Any good, steady old lady who will give me a bite to eat, not swear at me or wear my clothes or drink while on duty will answer my purpose." Two days after his advertisement had appeared in the Brandon Times, "she" arrived. Shaw saw a smart-looking woman gaily tripping along the road, and his heart failed. As she drew near, however, he was relieved to find that her hair was snowy white.
The entries were meagre and formal, but the hand-writing spoke of the darkest despair. What agonies had this man not endured during those three months! Brandon folded up the manuscript reverentially, and put it into his pocket. He then went back into the cabin. Taking the bony skeleton hand he exclaimed, in a solemn voice, "In the name of God, if I am saved, I swear to do your bidding!"
Though often rash, he had more sense and self-control than his friends believed, and realized that Clare was not for him. He could not tell how he had arrived at this conclusion, but there it was, and he knew he was not mistaken. Sometimes he wondered with a twinge of jealousy what she thought of Brandon. By and by he roused himself from his reflections and looked about.
He took Compton's hand and pressed it warmly. "Dear friend, I will make no objection to any thing, and I promise you that all my best efforts shall he directed toward finding them out." "Tell them to come to me, that I am rich, and can make them happy." "I'll make them go to you if they are alive," said Brandon. "God bless you!" ejaculated the old man, fervently.
"Everything's the same here always compromise. Compromise! Compromise! I'm sick of the cowardly word. We'll say no more of Brandon for the moment then. He'll come up again, never fear. He's not the sort of man to avoid spoiling his own soup." "Very good," said Bentinck-Major in his most patronising manner. "Now we are all agreed, I think.
Brandon and Edith very low. Frank better. August 16. Quarantine Station, Gosse Island. I feel the fever in my veins. If I die, farewell, sweetest sister. December 28, Halifax, Nova Scotia. More than four months have elapsed since my last entry, and during the interval marvelous things have occurred. These I will now try to recall as I best can.
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