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"You you shall not go to him," she whispered, "until you tell me how you are to pay him for what he has done!" Farwell's white, grim face confronted her. "How does one pay another for lying to him, cheating him, and and playing with him as though he were an idiot or a child?" "Why did he do it, Master Farwell, why did he do it?" "Because " But for very shame Farwell hesitated.
And the encounter seemed and was the most natural thing in the world. She did not stop to ask herself why it was so fitting that the Viking should be a part of Vineland: why his coming should have given it the one and final needful touch. For that designation of Reginald Farwell's had come back to her.
I've done every blessed thing I could for you. Right now is when you make or break yourself and your wife and children." "That's my affair," said McCrae. "I tell you no, and no." He plucked the oblong paper from Farwell's unresisting fingers. "A lot of money, aren't you?" he apostrophized it. "More than I've ever seen before, or will see again, like enough."
She had it in her power, as they all knew, to humiliate Kitty Farwell and incidentally Kitty's brother, Robert Grey. Hetty had not forgotten that Kitty was quite influential in causing the final "break" between herself and Robert. When she spoke her voice sounded strange and hard. "The mortgage on Mrs. Farwell's place is due in October," she suggested rather hesitatingly.
He did not turn his head, but he called back a genial "Hello!" which was answered by a grunt not devoid of friendliness. The evening meal was eaten together, and the two arranged their blankets near the fire for the night's rest. Farwell's two dogs and Pine's one faithful henchman lay down in peace a short distance away.
Then, too, by Farwell's advice, old Jerry was growing rigid along financial lines, and at last the States took definite shape in Jerry-Jo's mind, but he meant to have Priscilla before he heeded the lure. With all his brazen conceit and daring he intuitively knew that the girl had never thought of him as he thought of her, and he dared not awaken her by legitimate means.
Master Farwell, I'm like her, and my dancing is my egg!" She was laughing now, this unreasoning, unreasonable girl, and she was laughing more at Farwell's perplexity than at her own glibness. She must soon go, her time was growing short, but she was enjoying herself immensely. Looking at her, Farwell was suddenly convinced of one overpowering fact: Priscilla Glenn was destined for living!
"Joan Moss is still alive." A strong light and a new hope came into Farwell's sad eyes. He had a hold on the future! With the possibility of supplanting Ledyard in Pine's ideas of loyalty and economics what might not happen? And so they started back. It was midnight, four days after Farwell had left home, that he entered his own door again.
The program, the next few days, was as clear in Farwell's mind as if he had already followed it from start to finish. By eight Pine would be on his tracks; by noon they would be together, the dogs grumbling and fighting at their heels. Two nights by the fire, smoking in a dull silence, broken now and then, in sheer desperation, by Farwell himself.
I was against our adopting him, not only for our own sakes because I knew he'd be a hard man to handle but for Farwell's too. I'd been a friend of his father's, and I liked his wife everybody liked his wife. But the boys overruled me, and I had to turn in and give it to him. Not without a lot of misgivings, you can be sure.
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