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He had arranged that she should be placed in a small private room at a moderate cost, and paid for a week in advance. The cost was a mere trifle to Courtland. The new overcoat he had meant to buy this week would more than cover the cost. Besides, if he needed more than his ample allowance his father was always quite ready to advance what he wanted.
At this Walter paused, and after twice applying to the bell, a footman of a peculiarly grave and sanctimonious appearance, opened the door. In reply to Walter's inquiries, he informed him that Mr. Courtland was very unwell, and never saw "Company."
Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!" If Courtland had been asked before he came there whether he believed in a resurrection he might have given a doubtful answer. During the four years of his college life he had passed through various stages of unbelief along with a good many of his fellow-students.
Wittemore came to his room one evening, his face grayer, more strained and horse-like than ever. Wittemore's mother had made another partial recovery and insisted on his return to college. He was plodding patiently, breathlessly along in his classes, trying to catch up again. He had paid Courtland back part of the money he borrowed, and was gradually paying the rest in small instalments.
"I think I OFFERED to help Miss Dows," said Courtland with a quickness that he at once regretted. "So did HE, don't you know? Miss Sally does not ASK anybody. Don't you see? a fellow don't like to stand by and see a young lady like her doing such work." Vaguely aware of some infelicity in his speech, he awkwardly turned the subject: "I don't think I shall stay here long, myself."
He had only been permitted to return to college so quickly under strict orders not to overdo. "No, I guess I'll go," said Courtland, indifferently, rising as he spoke. They listened anxiously to his tones as he conversed over the 'phone. "Hello!... Yes!... Yes!... Oh!
Now wait till I tell you what Mother Marshall has been through, and then if you don't decide that God sent that invitation I've nothing else to say." Courtland had a reputation at college for eloquence. In rushing season his frat. always counted on him to bowl over the doubtful and difficult fellows, and he never failed. Neither did he fail now, although he found Bonnie difficult enough.
That little soft-eyed exquisite thing with the hair like a midnight cloud. "Some looker!" he commented, approvingly, and wished he were in Courtland's shoes. "She's got in her work all right," he commented to himself. "Old Court's fallen already. Guess I'll have to buy a straw hat, it'll be more edible." Courtland was like his gay old self when he got back to the dormitory. He joked a great deal.
At this Walter paused, and after twice applying to the bell, a footman of a peculiarly grave and sanctimonious appearance, opened the door. In reply to Walter's inquiries, he informed him that Mr. Courtland was very unwell, and never saw "Company."
She knew that it would be impossible to repress him now in the matter of Courtland and the missionaries; she fully realized the feelings of Frankenstein. Only the weakest protest did she make against her father's intended action; and thus when the day came for Mr.
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