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Updated: June 29, 2025
It read: Well, Bob, I done got Chiquito back though it sure looked like I wasn't going to but you never can tell and as old Buck Byington says its a hell of a long road without no bend in it and which you can bet your boots the old alkali is right at that.
"This is November, baby's five months old. Send your wife away. Put her out! Something's killing her by inches, and I believe it's just care o' the nest. We must drive her off it, as I drove Leonard Byington off, which, you remember, you, quietly, were the first to suggest to me to do.... Coming back, you say, Byington? Yes, but only for a day or two, election time."
If Leonard has confessed one word more than that for me, or even for himself, Arthur, dearest, he has lost his reason. It's a frightful explanation, but I find no other. "Leonard Byington is not wicked, and if he were he wouldn't be so in a dastard's way. "Never since the day I first plighted my faith to you, dear heart, has he given me one sign of a lover's love.
In civilian's dress, and with only his sea-bronzed face and the polished air of a pivot gun to tell that he was of the navy, Lieutenant Godfrey Winslow was slowly crossing the rural way with Ruth Byington at his side. He had the look of, say, twenty-eight, and she was some four years his junior.
Then readjusting his chair he stepped to a door, asked a clerk in the outer office to order his cutter, turned back, and was closing his desk, when his partner came to him. "Byington, are you ill?" asked the fatherly man. "No; I'm only going out on some business. I'll be back about " He looked at his watch. "Byington, don't go. You're ill. You don't realize how ill you are.
A child, a straight girl, an honest woman, would be as safe with him as with simple-hearted old Buck Byington. But Dug Doble it was impossible to predict what he would do. He had a vein of caution in his make-up, but when in drink he jettisoned this and grew ugly. His vanity always a large factor in determining his actions might carry him in the direction of decency or the reverse.
Buck Byington snorted. "Pack-horse, eh?" The old puncher's brain was alive with suspicions. On account of the lameness of his horse he had returned to camp in the middle of the day and had discovered the two newcomers trying out the speed of the pinto. He wondered now if this precious pair of crooks had been getting a line on the pony for future use.
"He cayn't be gay as Bob Hart all at onct. Give him time." "You're so partial to him you don't see when he's doing wrong. But I see it. Yesterday he hardly spoke when I met him. Ridiculous. It's all right for him to hold back and be kinda reserved with outsiders. But with his friends you and Bob and old Buck Byington and me he ought not to shut himself up in an ice cave.
"Oh yes, so many, many things at once, my treasure! Oh yes, yes!" "Call Sarah, will you, dear?" "Oh, beloved, why should I? You don't need Sarah for anything." "Yes, I need her. I must send her for mother and Ruth I promised Ruth; and you must send Giles for the doctor; my hour is come." In the Byington house Ruth and her brother met at the foot of the stairs.
Her sad confidings to her mother, Minnie's adventure, Arthur's pitiful if not alarming condition, she strove to reconsider duly and in their order; but perpetually there interfered, with its every smallest detail thrillingly clear and strong, that moment which had thrown her once more into the company, tossed her into the very clutch, of Leonard Byington.
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