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You are surprised that Farwell goes there. I have never mentioned it to them, nor they to me. It's none of my business." "Nor of mine." "I didn't mean that." "I know you didn't. Still, I think I could guess why Mr. Farwell goes to Talapus." "So could I," said Casey dryly, and the subject dropped. But Kitty Wade came to Clyde's room for a chat before retiring.
You will not think she is when you know her. I only wanted to convince you, that you might be an object of envy to one who seems so enviable to you." I would gladly have lingered where I was, within the sound of Richard Clyde's frank and cheerful voice, but I thought of poor Peggy thirsting for a cooling draught, and my conscience smote me for being a laggard in my duty.
Then a Spanish cruiser ran us down, at last, under a corner of a little island among the Windwards, about thirty miles east of Tobago, where Clyde's cleverness came to nothing. It was growing twilight, we driving close off the low shores of the island.
And then of a sudden her regard for respectability and Clyde's sense of what was right were thrown on the scrap-heap of unnecessary things. They had been useful and highly important in their time, but the death of Vanessa's husband made them of no immediate moment.
'I shall come to see you as often as they'll let me, and stay as long as I can. But now I must go for the present. Let me see Clyde's living at your place, isn't he? 'Yes, I answered, 'he was living at the address from which I always dated. 'Has he been here to-day? Oh! It was all too bitter, and I could endure no longer. I turned my face away.
"I didn't mean it for disrespect, Aunt Lucinda. I only meant it for love; but I won't do it again if it annoys you." "It does annoy me very much, dear. Stop and think of the word you used just now. A duck! In what possible way could your grandmother resemble a duck?" "I didn't say she resembled one, Aunt Lucinda. I said " But any shade of distinction was too much for Miss Clyde's patience.
Clyde's linen closet was a joy to behold; a room of itself, light and airy, with the smoothest of cedar shelves and deep cavernous drawers for blankets and down comforts. Blue Bonnet had been in the room occasionally, when she had been sent for sheets for an unexpected guest.
I could take the item of shirts alone that had to be made to order and cost seven-fifty each, to say nothing of collars and ties and suits from what Clyde said was the only tailor in New York that could dress a gentleman so he looked like one. She said if these funny humourists could see what they spent on her clothes and what they had to spend on Clyde's, she bet they'd feel mighty cheap.
There was no probability of this, as Guy lived in another town, and could not have officiated had he wished. But the doctor was too much excited to reason upon anything save Madeline Clyde's case.
Kitty Wade, turning her head to retort, surprised a quiet, enigmatic smile on Clyde's face. Their eyes met, and keen question and defiant answer leaped across the glance. Kitty Wade let the retort remain unspoken, and contemplated the nigh chestnut's ears, for her husband's last words had given her a clew. "Oh, Clyde Burnaby, Clyde Burnaby!" she said to herself with a little shake of the head.
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