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Bug cuddled against Fenneben's side and hugged his hand. "I love you lots," he said, looking up with eyes of innocent trust. "Yes, let's run home. There is a storm in the air and the sun is hidden from the valley." He stooped and kissed the little upturned face. "Thank heaven for children!" he murmured.
I wanted you to come into possession of your own property before you bound yourself by any bonds you could not break." Elinor sat silent for a while, her dark eyes seeing only the low golden sunset. She understood now what had grooved that line of care in Lloyd Fenneben's face when he came home from the East. But he had conquered, aye, he had won the mastery.
I haven't lived in Lloyd Fenneben's home these four years without learning something of what is required for a Master's Degree." "Norrie!" All the music of a soul poured into the music of the deep voice. "Victor! There is no sacrifice in it. I wish there were, that I might wear the honors you wear so modestly." "I, Elinor?" "I know the whole story.
But to the direct question he answered directly and concisely. "I came to study types, to acquire geographical breadth, to have seclusion, that I may pursue more profound research." There was a play of light in Dr. Fenneben's eyes. "You must judge for yourself of the value of Sunrise and Lagonda Ledge for seclusion. But we make a specialty of geographical breadth out here.
Fenneben's study with a little more of self-respect than when they entered it; richer, not so much from the word as from the spirit of the head of Sunrise.
But the joy of this night, crowning all other joys in the Walnut Valley, was in that sacred moment when Bug Buler walked slowly up to Marian Burleigh, sister to Vincent Burgess, lost love of Lloyd Fenneben's youth slowly, and with big brown eyes glowing with a strange new love light, and, putting up both his chubby hands to her cheeks, he murmured softly: "Is you my own mother?
In the confusion following the chapel exercises Vic slipped into the south turret, and the lock clicked behind him as he hurried down "the road to perdition." The door to Dean Fenneben's study was slightly open and Vic heard his own name spoken as he reached it. He hesitated, for a group of girls was surrounding Elinor Wream, discussing him. There was no escape.
"But that's the limit, and twice as long as I'd care to see you, although, I was hunting you. Funnybone wants to see you in there." Victor's eyes were glowing with a golden light as he entered Fenneben's study, and the Dean noted the wonderful change from the big, awkward fellow with a bulldog countenance to this self-poised gentleman whose fine face it was a joy to see.
But Fenneben's head had struck the stone ledge against which the Walnut ripples at low tide, and for a long time he knew no more. It was raining still when Victor Burleigh reached the Saxon House. At the door he met Professor Burgess, who was just leaving.
You'll know the Wreams sometime as I know 'em now. Fenneben's only a stepbrother and the West made a man of him. He was always a gentleman." "Go on!" Vincent's voice was hardly audible.
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