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Bronson's social facility, which was really her great refuge from importunity, a defence with serious thought and serious feeling quietly cherished behind it, had its discriminations as well as its inveteracies, and that the most marked of all these, perhaps, was her attachment to Robert Browning.
He wore a blue mackinaw over a flannel shirt, dark trousers and rubber boots: garments that were suited to his life. But it was true that men looked twice into Bill Bronson's face. His features were rugged, now his mouth and jowls were dark with beard, yet written all over his sunburned face was a kindliness and gentleness that could not be denied.
Rose's big eyes with their strained questioning gaze sought his face and Doctor Bronson's and Lane's. "Rose are you in pain?" "The burning's gone," she said. "My child," began Doctor Wallace, again. "Your pain is almost over. Will you not pray with me?" "No. I never was two-faced," replied Rose, with a weary shake of the tangled curls. "I won't show yellow now." Lane turned away blindly.
"Husking corn, Miss, with Henry Pollock, down on the bottom-land." "Oh! way down there? Well! you tell him Why, I'll want you to come, too," laughed Lettie, quite at her best now. Nobody could fail to answer Lettie Bronson's smile with its reflection, when she chose to exert herself in that direction.
It was one of Bill Bronson's basic creeds to look his situations squarely in the face. It was part of the training of the wilderness, and up till now he had always abided by it. But for the past few days he had found himself trying to look aside. He had tried to avoid and deny a truth that ever grew clearer and more manifest, his love for Virginia.
You've really been improving ever since we got you out here to the country. For a while I was worried about your mind. Lately, though, you showed signs of rationality. And now all's O.K. In a few days we'll have you sitting up." Doctor Bronson's prophecy was more than fulfilled. From the hour of Lane's return to consciousness, he made rapid improvement.
Frequently they would have their evening meal in Bronson's camp, after which Lorry always asked them to his cabin, where Dorothy would play for them while they smoked contentedly in front of the log fire.
"Yes, I remember," she replied, "but the Institute was to begin to-day." "I know," said Percy, "but Hoard and Terry both speak to-morrow, Terry in the morning and the Governor in the afternoon, and they are the men the Professor especially wanted me to hear, if I could. I think I'll 'phone to Bronson's and ask Roscoe to come over and do the chores to-morrow noon.
He took Solomon and daddy said he showed his sense for Solomon was the very wisest of all. But that shows just how smart Solomon was even as a puppy. Jimmie Bronson's taking care of him until I send for him. He said he'd just as soon I never sent, but of course I will as soon as I can. Do you see Jenny Lind, George Washington?"
And his nephew had the awakening experience of seeing the great Amberson Estate vanishing into such a nest in a twinkling, it seemed, now that it was indeed so utterly vanished. His uncle had suggested that he might write to college friends; perhaps they could help him to something better than the prospect offered by Bronson's office; but George flushed and shook his head, without explaining.
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