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Fairchild then whispered either the name of Meeta or Margot to Henry; at any rate, he whispered a name beginning with an "M," and Henry looked not a little set up in having been thus chosen as his father's confidant. When every one of the children were satisfied, they placed the cup and the fragments in the basket, and then they all settled themselves in readiness for the rest of the story.
But Fairchild did not hesitate. To Farrell's office he went and with him to an interview, in chambers, with the judge. Then, the necessary permission having been granted, he hurried back to the mine and into the drift, there to find the last of the muck being scraped away from beneath the site of the cave-in. Fairchild paid off. Then he turned to the foreman.
A greasy man was there, greasy in his fat, uninviting features, in his seemingly well-oiled hands as they circled in constant kneading, in his long, straggling hair, in his old, spotted Prince Albert and in his manners. Fairchild turned to peer at the glass panel of the door. It bore the name he sought. Then he looked again at the oily being who awaited him. "Mr. Barnham?"
And it was while he made this statement for the hundredth time that Fairchild saw Anita Richmond going to the post-office with the rest of the usual crowd, following the arrival of the morning train. Again she passed him without speaking, but her glance did not seem so cold as it had been on the morning that he had seen her with Rodaine, nor did the lack of recognition appear as easily simulated.
And in spite of the fact that Fairchild now felt his mine to be a bonanza, unless some sort of a miracle could happen before that time, the mine was the same as lost. True, it would go to the highest bidder at a public sale and any money brought in above the amount of bail would be returned to him. But who would be that bidder?
She and Bessy returned home therefore at the end of a fortnight, and Bessy was very sorry to leave her young friends. It was four or five days after Mrs. Goodriche had left them before Mr. Fairchild proposed that they should read that famous book which Henry talked so much about. "But where shall we go to read it?" he asked.
Lucy and Emily began to shed tears on hearing of this, but they said nothing at that time. Henry said: "But John, mamma, and Betty what can we do without them?" "Can't they go with us, my dear?" said Mrs. Fairchild. "And John Trueman, and nurse, and Mary Bush, and Margery, and and and " added Henry, not being able to get out any more names in his impatience. "And the school!" said Emily.
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I have some experience as to chills and accidents of all sorts and I would like to see how they are. 'Oh, thank you, said Mrs. Vane fervently. 'I should be most grateful. I have no one now with any head about me since my last maid left. And Mrs. Fairchild stayed not that evening only, but all night, sending Celestina home to explain matters to her father.
So 'm I. We don't know, Boy, what went on 'ere. And we 've got to 'ope for the best." Then, while Fairchild stood motionless and silent, the big Cornishman forced himself forward, to stoop by the side of the heap of bones which once had represented a man, to touch gingerly the clothing, and then to bend nearer and hold his carbide close to some object which Fairchild could not see.
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