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I want the estate back again if I can get it, but rather than this matter should be made public I would not lift a little finger to regain the property. It happens," and he smiled dryly, "that Mr. Brander's reputation is almost as dear to me as it is to him, for I am going to marry his daughter.
What a conceited, silly fool," and so Mary Brander's thoughts ran on till they become more and more vague, and sleep at last arrested them altogether. She was awakened by Madame Michaud coming into the room with a cup of coffee. "Well, my child, have you slept well?" "Have I slept, madame? It cannot have been for more than a minute or two." She looked round in surprise.
"It seems possible enough," Cuthbert said, "but what motive could there have been on Brander's part? He could never have run such a risk merely to gratify any special fancy he may have had for Fairclose." "Certainly not, Mr. Hartington. Jeremiah Brander has not a particle of sentiment in his composition.
"If that really was Isis," he was thinking, "it's funny she didn't nail me before I got to the door, even with the start I had." On his representation that he had called on a matter of life and death, the janitor admitted him to Brander's rooms. They were empty, and the bed had not been slept in.
She was beginning to show the combined traits of her mother and father Jennie's gentle, speculative turn of mind, combined with Brander's vivacity of spirit and innate executive capacity. She could talk to her mother in a sensible way about things, nature, books, dress, love, and from her developing tendencies Jennie caught keen glimpses of the new worlds which Vesta was to explore.
I thought you tended to Mrs. Athelstone's rooms and Mr. Brander's storeroom." "Aw, go wan. I'm no second girl, an' de storeroom's never cleaned. Dere's nothin' to clean but a lot of stones an' bum mummies an' such." "Brander can't sell much stuff; I never see anything being shipped." "Oh! I don't know! We sent a couple of embammed dooks to Chicago last week." "And last month?"
He has just completed an exhaustive consular report on the condition of the island, which will, no doubt, appear in due course in the form of a blue-book. On our return to Messrs. Brander's office, where we had left one of our letters of introduction, we found the manager, with whom we had a long chat before returning on board.
"Look here, Jennie," he said excitedly, "Brander's dead!" He held up the newspaper, on the first column of Which was printed in heavy block type: DEATH OF EX-SENATOR BRANDER Sudden Passing of Ohio's Distinguished Son. Succumbs to Heart Failure at the Arlington, in Washington. Recent attack of typhoid, from which he was thought to be recovering, proves fatal. Notable phases of a remarkable career.
Things are getting on pretty much the same up at the old place. Brander still comes up to his office for an hour or so every day. I don't think he cares much for the county gentleman's life. I fancy Mrs. B. is rather a disappointed woman. The fact is there was a good deal of feeling in the county as to Brander's connection with the bank.
"How did you come to know him?" "We used to do his washing for him," she rejoined simply "my mother and I." Lester paused, the baldness of the statements issuing from her sobering even his rancorous mood. "Senator Brander's child," he thought to himself. So that great representative of the interests of the common people was the undoer of her a self-confessed washerwoman's daughter.
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