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And now you must try the very best you can to get work here in Corinth, but if you should fail to find it, you won't let that matter too much. You'll keep your place right here with me just the same, won't you, Grace, because you are my mine, you know?" Long and earnestly the girl looked into the face of the nurse, and Miss Farwell understood what the other could not say.
Before they left he had seen him patching them, and because they wore through at the same place the patches were of nearly the same shape. So that if Glass had found a patched moccasin it was not necessarily the one which had made the track. But that would make little difference. Either Farwell or his assistant must have told Glass about this track.
"After breakfast you will explain only as much as you choose, child." This from Farwell. "Make the toast for us, Priscilla. I remember how you used to brown it without blackening it. Boswell always gets dreaming on the second side of the slice." After the strange meal Priscilla told very little, but both men read volumes in her pale, thin face and understanding eyes.
It was laughable, but pathetic. "What could you do?" Farwell leaned forward and gazed into the strange blue eyes fixed upon him. "Dance. Have you ever seen me dance? Do you want to?" She was prepared to prove herself. "Good Lord! no, no!" "Oh! I can dance. If some one would play for me play on on a fiddle, I could dance all day and night. Wouldn't people pay for that?" This was serious business.
"It was the purest kiss ever given!" Farwell groaned again. "Who was it saw you?" I asked. He dropped into a chair and I saw the tears of rage and humiliation welling up again in his eyes. "We might as well have been standing by the footlights in a theatre!" he burst out, brokenly. "Who saw it? Who didn't see it?
Honora's innocence was not too great to enable her to read between the lines of this biography which Reginald Farwell had related with such praiseworthy delicacy. It was a biography, she well knew, that, like a score of others, had been guarded as jealously as possible within the circle on the borders of which she now found herself. Mrs. Grainger with her charities, Mrs.
"You cannot get the same results from all children," Farwell said, looking afar and smiling grimly; "there's no use trying to make an abnormal child into a normal one. Priscilla is like a wild thing of the woods. You may tame her, if you go about it right; you'll never be able to force her. She's kind and affectionate, but she cannot be fettered or caged, without mischief being done.
Farwell shifted a little in his chair, but he didn't speak, and Gorgett went on: "I suppose you think it's mighty hard that your private character should be used against you in a political question by a man you call a public corruptionist. But I'm in a position where I can't take any chances against an antagonist that won't play the game my way.
The expected mail was awaiting Farwell, and he greedily bought all the newspapers he could get. His purchases at the store did not interest the Indian and he was not even aware that several garments for a woman were included in Farwell's list.
You're too plumb modern and up to date." "What's that got to do with it?" "A lot. I don't know no other man hereabouts that packs a forty-four automatic. See, now?" "No." "Why, Casey," said McHale, "I'm surprised at you! It's clear as gin. Them guns spits out the empty shells right where you stand. Farwell finds 'em, and he goes lookin' for a gun to fit 'em. You've got it.
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