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Penton Baxter wrote me that he had procured me a patron ... Henry Belton, the millionaire Single-Taxer, had consented to endow me at fifteen dollars a week, for six months.
The sun's last huge shoulder of red was hulking like a spy behind a distant, bare knoll ... separate blades of grass stood up in microscopic yet giant distinctness, against its crimson background. Our walk home was a silent, passively happy one that went without incident.... Penton and Darrie were indeed home before us.
After four was strolling time, for all of us ... along the river, by the ocean beach, further away ... or among the pines that reached up into our very backyard. "Wait till Penton wins the decree, then we can come out into the open and live in a Free Union together or marry!" Hildreth begged of me ... and I acquiesced, for the time....
"Can't say that I have." "Kendrick, down at Penton Technological Institute, has done some remarkable things in drawing the stuff of human emotion from one person, holding it on a tape, and transferring it to another person." "On the face of it, that sounds ridiculous." "Doesn't it?
"It's so awful," replied Darrie, now crying quietly, " so tragic ... yet I had to laugh ... I'm so sorry for Penton ... for both of them.... "Penton is such a jackass, Johnnie," she gulped, "and God knows, as I do, he's such an honest, good man ... helping poor people all over the country ... really fighting the fight of the down-trodden and the oppressed."
But I was too adroit to show it. I still demurred with mock modesty. Penton would have been franker. Finally, at his urgency, they snapped us, our arms about each other's shoulders. In the light of subsequent events, they were glad of that picture.
Ever since I had been among them the three women had treated me in the way they act with small boys, preserving scarcely any reserve in my presence. Penton himself had lost all his first disquiet. Outside "I'll take you as far as the cottage ... it's right on the way, you know." "All right, but where are you going?" "Into the kitchen to get a lantern." "The moon is almost as bright as day.
I thought I would escape without saying good-bye. But Penton came down the front porch, stood in my path. "Johnnie, a last warning." "I want none of your last warnings." "Are you going to Hildreth?" "I'm tired of being a liar.
She had a vast fund of scholarship, knew English poetry from the ground up ... but her bringing that knowledge to me as an attraction was like presenting a peacock's feather to a bird of paradise.... However, when Penton came home that night, he found us all in huge good humour.
"You look out, Penton," Jones warned with genial firmness ... "Grahame has been trying to persuade people in this community not to bring shoes to me to be mended ... a dirty attempt to starve me out ... Oh, no!... I haven't the slightest trace of persecution mania....
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