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What she said was, "Would you really rather I went too, Uncle Calvin?" The sharp eyes under the visor saw the expression in Dunham's face at the caressing tone. "Oh, suit yourself, of course," he replied briefly, "suit yourself;" but he carefully made no motion of his rigid arm which should discourage Sylvia from leaning upon it, and the three moved off toward the house.
Of course we can't be sure that Sylvia will get it, though and there's all Thinkright's traveling expenses." The speaker's wet eyes looked appealing. "Dunham's going to tell us where Sylvia is," returned the judge quietly. He paused, and Martha looked bewildered by this persistence. She turned toward John questioningly. "I can't," replied Dunham again. Judge Trent shrugged his shabby shoulders.
Perry spoke just once to ask that question, before they left the white-lit street for the elevator. "Dunham." Yet somehow Hamilton was sure that the other had known all along. And the quizzical eyes became malicious. If the boy was falling in love with Felicity he anticipated with glee unholy complications. Dunham's alacrity at the scene of the accident no man could underestimate.
Dunham's friends are not strangers, I assure you. Tryon, didn't you tell her how long we have known each other? I shall feel quite hurt if you have never mentioned me to her. Now, come, for my cook is in the last stages of despair over the dinner. Miss Remington, how do you manage to look so fresh and lovely after a long sea voyage? You must tell me your secret."
Dunham's feelings were inexpressible, and his one devout thanksgiving was that Edna was ignorant of his own banality. Suddenly she ran out of the room to the head of the stairs. "Miss Lacey," she called, "will you bring Judge Trent up here?" The request startled Miss Martha into a sudden panic. "Dear me, Calvin, Edna wants us. I'm afraid Sylvia is ill. She looked it this noon.
It had always been out of the question, but he'd realized that tardily. But they'd have it out. There could be no better time. "No?" he drawled. "No?" Sarcasm lent his words a sing-song quality. "No? Not Dunham's man? Not mine? Well-well! Ha-ha!" And then, savagely: "So that's it! It's true, heh?
"I see perfectly well," said the other, quietly, but he looked round at Dunham with a face that was haggard. "I sent it out to be posted by the portier, and he got it mixed up with these letters for me, and brought it back." The young men were both silent, but the tears stood in Dunham's eyes. "If it hadn't been for me, it wouldn't have happened," he said.
"I have friends who will protect me and punish you. I dare you ever to claim me as your wife. Beyond that mere civil ceremony, the sale of a soul for Senator Dunham's influence, you have never laid your hand in mine." "You cannot frighten me, Madame," bitterly retorted Ferris. "I hold your father's good name in my power." "Stop!" coldly rejoined the angered woman.
"Yes," replied Staniford, with a wan smile, "and you've been out of it pretty near ever since. You mustn't talk." "Oh, I'm all right," said Dunham. "I know about my being hurt. I shall be cautious. Have you written to Miss Hibbard? I hope you haven't!" "Yes, I have," replied Staniford. "But I haven't sent the letter," he added, in answer to Dunham's look of distress.
The first notes brought a new light to her face, and she smiled into Dunham's upturned eyes. "This is mine," she said. The words of the song came clearly to them, as the moon-path broadened and lengthened between the spires of the firs. "Closely let me hold thy hand, Storms are sweeping sea and land, Love alone will stand.
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