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As for Paulette Brown herself, I could see no earthly sense in Marcia's silly statement that "she was afraid for her life or Dudley's." She was afraid of Dudley, I could see that; for she shrank from him quite often. But on the other hand, I saw her follow him into his office one night, when he was fit for no girl to tackle, and try to get him to listen to something.
"They came from Maryland, and joined Marshall and Mary at some appointed place I do not now recall on the road, many miles from Lawsonville." "But when the man returned with me," asked Abner, "did you not then learn his full name, and something of his history?" "I did not see him," was Dudley's reply.
Dudley's spirits sank to zero, now he was about to be dismissed. "Good-bye, Roy, ask to see me again, won't you?" Roy held out his hand. "I'll talk about it to-morrow," he said, faintly. And Dudley crept out of the room feeling more forlorn and wretched than ever.
"He looks too small to have done it," said Miss Bertram, smiling; for though Roy was Dudley's senior by two months, he was a good head shorter. Roy got rather impatient under this adulation. "Oh, shut up, Dudley, don't be such an ass, as if I could have done anything else!"
"The Old Man's offered me Dudley's job, but I don't want a staff job. I want to go back to Davidsburg. Who cares to be stuck around the Post?" "Me for one!" retorted the old soldier grinning, "Jes' now, anyway. Listen, son! Th' Old Man 'e sez to me: ''Ardy! 'e sez, 'you've bin 'it pretty bad and I find you deserve a softer class of dewty than goin' back t' prisoner's escort.
As for Max, he was struck with an odd likeness between the girl's dry, short manner of speaking to Dudley and Dudley's manner of speaking to her. At that moment there was an interruption in the shape of the waiter from a neighboring restaurant, who came in with the dinner Dudley had ordered for himself. "I shan't want it now," said Dudley, as the man put down the covered dishes on the table.
She schooled herself to discuss the detested matter forming Dudley's grievance and her own with Nesta; and it was a woeful half-hour for them. But Nataly was not the weeper. Another interview ensued between Nesta and her suitor. Dudley bore no resemblance to Mr. Barmby, who refused to take the word no from her, and had taken it, and had gone to do holy work, for which she revered him.
She could not fancy herself flying thither; where to be shorn and naked and shivering is no hardship, for the solitude clothes, and the sole true life in us resolves to that steady flame; she was restrained by Dudley's generosity, which held her fast to have the forgiveness for her uncommitted sin dashed in her face.
Dudley had no use for expert assistance or for advice. And it was a simple looking place. The shore of Lac Tremblant there ran back flat to a hill, a quarter of a mile from the water, with a solid rock face like a cliff. Along that cliff face came first Dudley's shack, then Thompson's tunnel, then a good way farther down the bunk house, the mill, and a shanty Dudley called the assay office.
The partners knowing of Dudley's possession of the grand secret, invited him to visit their works; but all they could draw from him was that they would never succeed in making iron to profit by the methods they were pursuing. They next proceeded to erect other works at Bristol, but still they failed.
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