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"I am old enough to be your grandmother!" The lorgnette never faltered, and Brent's eyes lowered in feigned distress. "Yes, I suppose so," he quietly admitted. "The fact is, when you come out on the porch this way and begin to talk so pleasantly, I'm always forgetting that you're so so terribly old as you insist. I'll try to remember, Miss Liz."
Amherst's eyes exclaimed; "I see they have sent her away because she told you," Bessy's flashed back in wrath, and his answering look did not deny her inference. "Do you know where she has gone?" Amherst enquired; but Mrs. Ogan, permitting her brows a faint lift of surprise, replied that she had no idea of Miss Brent's movements, beyond having heard that she was to leave Hanaford immediately
She knew, even in that moment of passion, that she did not love him; but not love itself can move the heart more deeply than gratitude and her bruised heart was so grateful for his words and tones and gestures of affection! Wednesday afternoon, on the way to Brent's house, she glanced up at the clock in the corner tower of the Grand Central Station. It lacked five minutes of three.
Brent's milk-cart nearly every day, and we sit in the stuffy schoolroom, and Notya's cross." "You make her cross on purpose," Helen said. "She shouldn't let me," Miriam answered with perspicuity. "But it's so silly to make ugliness. It's wicked. Do be good, and let's try to enjoy the lessons and get them over." But Miriam was not to be influenced by these wise counsels.
Keeping his man dimly in view through the gloom, Dirty Dan, from the opposite side of the street, followed on velvet feet to the outskirts of the town, where Donald turned and took a path through some vacant lots, arriving at last at the Sawdust Pile. Dirty Dan heard him open and close the gate to Caleb Brent's garden. "Oh, ho, the young divil!"
In a similar mood of abstraction she boarded the ferry, but it was not until the boat had started on its journey that she became aware of a trim, familiar figure in front of her, silhouetted against the ruffed blue waters of the river Trixton Brent's. And presently, as though the concentration of her thoughts upon his back had summoned him, he turned.
Brent's appearance, on the whole, was in his favour did not serve to mitigate her suspicions. Good-looking men were apt to be unscrupulous. "Are you interested in working girls, Mr. Brent?" she inquired presently. Honora, in spite of her discomfort, had an insane desire to giggle. She did not dare to raise her eyes. "I can't say that I've had much experience with them, Mrs.
"It would be impossible to forget Mrs. Dallam," declared Mrs. Kame. "So I should have thought," said Honora. Trixton Brent laughed, and Mrs. Kame, too, after a moment's hesitation. She laid her hand familiarly on Mr. Brent's arm. "I haven't seen you all summer, Trixy," she said. "I hear you've been here at Quicksands, stewing in that little packing-case of yours.
Admiration burst from the passengers, and one man cried out Captain Brent's age it was thirty-two. Eliphalet snapped his teeth together. He was twenty-seven, and his ambition actually hurt him at such times. After the boat was fast to the landing stage he remained watching the captain, who was speaking a few parting words to some passengers of fashion.
Down the hall, dimly lighted by a single smoking lamp, he saw a figure which had been standing before Alexander's door, draw furtively back around the angle of a wall. From below stairs still came the din of wassailing. Yet instead of alarm, a smile came to Brent's eyes, for he had recognized Bud Sellers and he no longer distrusted the boy's purposes.
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