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He lived in the same apartment house as Virginia, and from her he had heard of the Christmas tree, and the Candy Man's presence on the occasion; also of that old accident on the corner in which the Candy Man had figured as Miss Bentley's rescuer. No wonder those intuitions regarding a person who was not Augustus should have risen to torture Mrs. Pennington.
In time Egbert promises to be a strong man in his community and a force for good. Old Bill Mosher died soon after leaving jail. Mr. Dick & Co. had done their duty in manly fashion, and that was reward enough. Dr. Bentley's party broke camp a few days later.
I told him the first of Bentley's reprinting his letters from the New York Tribune; he had not heard a word of it. He seemed an admirable person, and it is good to have such travellers to follow with one's heart and one's earnest good wishes. Also I have had two packets, one from Mrs.
It came to Hodder as the completing touch of the revelation he had half glimpsed by the bedside. "Ah," he could not help exclaiming, "that explains much." She had looked at him again, through sudden tears, as though divining his reference to Mr. Bentley's grief, when a step make them turn. Eldon Parr had entered the room.
Hodder... Hodder left, too preoccupied to draw any significance from the nature of his welcome. He went at once to Mr. Bentley's. The old gentleman was inclined to be hopeful, to take Sally Grower's view of the matter.. He trusted, he said, Sally's instinct.
On both days, so far, that he had been home, Dick had called at Dr. Bentley's to see Laura. In fact, that was the only calling he had done, though he had met scores of friends on the street. Both young ladies were pleased to accept the proffered escort. "By the way," proposed Greg, "what are you going to do this morning?" "Going out for a walk, for one thing," replied Dick.
"Preston Parr had been in love with this woman, and separated from her. She was under Mr. Bentley's care when he found her again, I infer, by accident. From what the driver says, they were together in a hotel in Ayers Street, and he died after he had been put in a carriage. In her terror, she was bringing him to Mr. Bentley." The doctor nodded. "Poor woman!" he said unexpectedly.
It was after we had moved up to Park Street, and her health had already begun to fail. That made an impression on me, but I have forgotten what she said it was apropos of some recollection. No it was a photograph she was going over some old things." Alison ceased speaking abruptly, for the pain in Mr. Bentley's remarkable grey eyes had not escaped her. What was it about him?
"At first I used to be thankful there were no trolley cars on this street, but I believe the automobiles are worse." A figure flitted through the hall and into the room, which Hodder recognized as Miss Grower's. She reminded him of a flying shuttle across the warp of Mr. Bentley's threads, weaving them together; swift, sure, yet never hurried or flustered.
And now I was put down as a heartless brute. Bentley's face constantly haunted me. I was afraid that he might die, and once when I heard that he was not likely to get well, I was resolved to go to him, to beg his pardon. Two weeks had passed; it was night and rain was pouring down, but I cared naught for the wetting. I found Bentley sitting up with his face bandaged.
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