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As a result, by the time that they became fairly confronted and Dexter Ralston held out his hand, that of Tom Leslie met him with all apparent frankness. "Mr. Ralston," he said, owning a part of the truth, "really you surprised me."
Mr. Austin owned extensive farming interests near Dexter, and his handsome home was less than two miles from the heart of the town. Crosby anticipated no trouble in driving to the house and back in time to catch the afternoon train for Chicago. It was necessary for Mrs. Delancy to sign certain papers, and he was confident the transaction could not occupy more than half an hour's time.
"Here! Hi! Come here!" cried Dexter, rising and waving his hands, first to Helen, and then to Sir James. "They won't hurt you. Come on." The effect of the boy's shout was to make the spot where he now knelt down by Edgar Danby the centre upon which the spectators sought to gather.
There was no consentation in the right meaning of the word, Aunt Phoebe, and I cannot think I am bound." "Bound, fully, in word and act Jessie," was Mrs. Loring's firmly spoken answer. "And so every one will regard you. Mr. Dexter, I am sure, will not admit your interpretation for an instant. He, it is plain, looks upon you as affianced. So do I!"
Gashwiler to say it was a good thing he'd got that clothesline back, and came her husband wishing to be told what outlandish notion Merton Gill would next get into the thing he called his head. It was the beginning of the end. Followed a week of strained relations with the Gashwiler household, including Dexter, and another week of relations hardly more cordial.
From this time the institution has been a free town library, the earliest of its class in Massachusetts. The little collection of books for the West Cambridge Juvenile Library traveled to its first home on a wheelbarrow. "Uncle" Dexter would make hats during the week, and on Saturday afternoons open the library for the children.
Do you think we might go in that boat?" "I should think not indeed," cried Edgar, who now seemed to have found his tongue. "Boats are for young gentlemen, not for boys from the Union." Dexter winced a little, and Edgar looked pleased. "Get up!" he shouted; and he made another lunge with the stick.
"Miss Dexter, from the frequency of your cough I am afraid you are imprudent in selecting this walk, which is so densely shaded that the sun does not reach it until nearly noon. Are not your feet damp?" "No, sir; my shoes are thick, and thoroughly protect them."
Then Anthony Dexter laughed, for Thorpe had unconsciously told him what to do and he was spared the confession. As though written in letters of fire, the words came back: The honour of the spoken word still holds him. He asked her to marry him, and she consented. He was never released from his promise did not even ask for it. He slunk away like a cur.
Yes, there was Miserrimus Dexter, arrayed in his pink jacket, fast asleep in Benjamin's favorite arm-chair! No coverlet hid his horrible deformity. Nothing was sacrificed to conventional ideas of propriety in his extraordinary dress. I could hardly wonder that the poor old housekeeper trembled from head to foot when she spoke of him. "Valeria," said Benjamin, pointing to the Portent in the chair.
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