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The stiffened hardness of the speaker in a measure affected the boy. He stood for a moment silent. The Captain, impatient, exclaimed, "Now, I want the simple truth and nothing else." The boy felt himself flush. "I do not lie, sir. I always tell the truth." "Of course of course," returned Penhallow. "This thing has annoyed me. Sit down and tell me all about it."
Unconsciously happier for an unusually good dinner, Grace accepted a tumbler of the Penhallow cider, remarking, "I never take spirits, Rivers, but I suppose cider to be a quite innocent beverage." Rivers smiled. "It will do you no harm." "It occurs to me, Rivers," said Grace, "that although wine is mentioned in the Bible, cider is not. There is no warning against its use."
Now and then with a word he quieted the uneasy mare a favourite taught to follow the master. At last Penhallow struck his pipe on a stone to empty it, and by habit carefully set a foot on the live coal. Then he came to the off side of his mare and took the rein. Facing John, he set an elbow on the horse's back and a hand on his own cheek. This was no unusual attitude.
Yes, I was a soldier. Then he said, 'Ann, we must never talk politics again. We never do." "And yet, Ann," said Grey, "that act was needed." "Perhaps," she returned, and then followed a long silence, as with thought of James Penhallow she sat smiling in the darkness and watched the rare wandering lanterns of the belated fireflies. The man at her side was troubled into unnatural silence.
Webb, furious, rallied his men, while Penhallow, Haskell and Gibbon vainly urged an advance. A colour-sergeant ran forward and fell dead. A corporal caught up the flag and dropped. A Confederate general leaped over the deserted wall and laid a hand on Cushing's gun.
"It's an awful warning, boys," said a private. "Shouldn't wonder if Bob Lee set it up to scare us." "I'd like to take it home." They chaffed the passing infantry, and were answered in kind. Penhallow impatient saw that the road would soon be clear.
Listen, sir what's that?" "Minute guns, Josiah. Have you heard the news?" "Yes, sir it's awful; but we are going home to Westways." As the trains went northward crowded with more or less damaged officers and men, John Penhallow in his faded engineer uniform showed signs of renewed vitality.
After a pleasant loitering stroll she stopped at the cabin door, and as she glanced in saw John Penhallow asleep. She leaned against the door post and considered the motionless sleeper in the shadows of the closing day. She was alone with him alone as never before. He would neither question nor make answer. Strange thoughts came into her mind, disturbing, novel.
It is important a matter of life and death to me to know where he lives. Quick now I trust you." "Yes, sir." He was gone. Grey feeling entirely safe walked away in the heavy rain with a mind at ease and a little sorry as a soldier for the hapless situation with which Penhallow had had to struggle.
Perhaps he 'd better have a hint to go to meeting a little more regularly. However, I suppose he knows what he's about." He was thinking all this over when a visitor was announced, and Mr. Byles Gridley entered the study. "Good evening, Mr. Penhallow," Mr. Gridley said, wiping his forehead. "Quite warm, is n't it, this evening?" "Warm!" said Mr.
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