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On a height, on the east side, we could distinguish an obelisk raised to the memory of Admiral Sir Harry Burrard Neale. He was a great favourite of George the Third, as he was with all his family, including William the Fourth. He was a very excellent officer and a good, kind man, and was looked upon as the father of his crew.
'It's not fair, she muttered, as Celestina, after carefully putting her books away, left the room. 'Come now, my dear, said Miss Neale, not very wisely, perhaps she scarcely knew Biddy as yet 'you shouldn't be jealous. It's a very little thing for Celestina to have a message to do for your mamma. Some other time there will be one for you to do, I have no doubt. Biddy wriggled impatiently.
Beyond Medicine Bow the grass and the green failed and the immense train of freight-cars and passenger-coaches, loaded to capacity, clattered on into arid country. Gray and red, the drab and fiery colors of the desert lent the ridges character forbidding and barren. From a car window Neale got his first glimpse of the wonderful terminus city, and for once his old thrills returned.
Neale watched her in despair, and, watching, he divined that only the most infinite patience and magnetism and power could bring her out of her brooding long enough to give nature a chance. He recognized how unequal he was to the task. But the impossible or the unattainable had always roused Neale's spirit. Defeat angered him.
About marriage I mean, and all relations between men and women and between parents and children?" Her heart was beating faster as she finished this question. The subject was broached at last. Where would it lead them? Where would it lead them? She shut her eyes at the thought. "There's a good deal to be said about all that, that's pretty horrid and perfectly true," remarked Neale casually.
"Lee thought I'd killed Stanton," muttered Neale, in intense perplexity. "But she she told them Larry did it.... What a strange idea Lee had and General Lodge, too. He defended me.... Ah!" Suddenly Neale drew from his pocket the little leather note-book that had been Stanton's, and which contained her letter to him. With trembling hands he opened it. Again this letter was to mean a revelation.
She appeared about to make a quick and passionate reply, in anger and wounded pride, but she controlled the impulse. She left the room with Ancliffe. "Neale, do you know Stanton is infatuated with you?" asked Hough, thoughtfully. "Nonsense!" replied Neale. "She is, though. These women can't fool me. I told you days ago I suspected that. Now I'll gamble on it. And you know how I play my cards."
They indulged in little further conversation while hurriedly eating breakfast. That finished, they sallied forth toward the station. Campbell clambered aboard the work-train. "Come on, Larry," he said. And Neale joined in the request. "Yes, come," he said. "Wal, seein' as how I want you-all to get on an' the rail-road built, I reckon I'd better not go," drawled Larry.
Neale had remembered each of them with gifts, all the work of his own hands; a wooden berry dish and ladle for Tess' doll's tea-table; a rustic armchair for the Alice-doll, for Dot; a neatly made pencil box for Agnes; and for Ruth a new umbrella handle, beautifully carved and polished, for Ruth had a favorite umbrella the handle of which she had broken that winter.
Meanwhile Campbell rapidly talked about masonry, road-beds, washouts, and other things that Neale heard but did not clearly understand. Then Larry returned. He carried Neale's bag, which he deposited carefully on the bench. "I reckon you might as well take it along," he drawled. Neale felt himself being forced along an unknown path.
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