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"No, it's the wicked associations of the race course which I felt degraded a man of your father's character. But I'm not going to dishearten you, Allis, nor hamper you now in your brave acceptance of the task that has come to you, because of wrong done before.
"I don't mind," answered the girl, simply. "Have a chair," he said, motioning to the one Cass had lately sat in. Crane did not take the other seat, but paced restlessly up and down the room; it cooled the fever of his mind. "I hope it isn't more bad news, Mr. Crane," Allis said; for her companion seemed indisposed to break the silence.
We must investigate to the end, and if Mortimer can clear himself by fastening the crime upon the perpetrator " "He will never do that; he cannot if he would." "What can I do then, Miss Allis? But why shouldn't he?" "Can't you see don't you understand the man? He commenced by shielding some one, and he will carry it through to the bitter end."
Inconsistently the fair offender felt no recoil of this somewhat distressing situation; her mind busied itself chiefly over the reclamation of Lauzanne. By inheritance all the qualities of a good horse had come to him except a submissive temper. Allis worked on the theory that his disposition had been set awry by injudicious handling; that unlimited patience would cause him to forget all that.
Allis wondered why he should find it necessary to make any explanation at all. "I want to thank you, Miss Porter, for that reading about Crusader." Allis's eyes opened wide. "Yes, I was there," Crane added, answering the question that was in them. As he said this a man came hurriedly up the steps, spoke to a policeman on guard, and searched the faces with his eyes.
There was a convincing sincerity about Crane at all times; what he did he did with the full vigor of a man believing in its truth. One might almost have suspected that he deceived himself, that he had no conception of the unrighteousness of his acts. At any rate, he imposed most successfully upon the mother of Allis. Quite egotistically she attributed to herself the trend of his friendship.
"I'll bring some." When he returned Allis gave one to Lucretia, then they passed to the next stall. "That's a useful horse," explained the Trainer; "he's won some races in his 'time." "What's his name?" asked Mortimer. "Game Boy. He's by the Juggler. Ye remember him, don't ye?" Mortimer was forced to confess that he didn't quite remember Juggler.
He was treading upon dangerous ground, pushing out of his path with a firebrand a fuse closely attached to a mine that might explode and shatter the carefully constructed fabric. Sitting in his own chamber he once more went over the whole extraordinary entanglement. Mistaken as it was, Farrell's identification at Brookfield must have strongly affected the mind of Allis Porter.
Your mother was so bitter I don't blame her now she's turned right around. And, Allis, I believe with a little tempting, a little coaxing, she'd almost have a bet on Lucretia in your hands. Funny, isn't it?" And he gave a little chuckle. Allis hadn't heard her father laugh for a long time.
I came thoughtfully back across the hall; an invisible trip-hammer appeared to hit the floor beside me at every step; I attempted to step aside from it, over it, away from it; but it followed me, pounding into my room. "Wind?" suggested Allis. "Plaster cracking? Fancies? Dreams? Blind headaches? I should like to know which you have decided upon?"
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