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You have my word that no one shall know, from me, what has occurred here this evening. When you think it all over you will not carry the matter further. You cannot afford it. You will see that you cannot afford it." When the Judge lifted his head he was alone. "Did I keep you waiting too long?" asked Dan, when he had again taken his place by Miss Farwell's side. "Oh no!
Boswell might fantastically play at being ninety and permit her to lend her strength and youth to his use, but she never again could be deceived. He was assisting her for Farwell's sake. He liked her, found her entertaining, but intuitively she knew that in order to retain his respect and confidence she must fulfil her part.
Anyway, I make it as a personal request." Carrol eyed him for a moment. He knew Farwell's reputation for uncompromising hostility to any one who thwarted his plans, accidentally or otherwise. Also Farwell was a good man. He was bound to rise. Some day, he, Carrol, might require his help and he kept a sharp eye on possibilities of that nature.
Farwell, the birch stands quite securely; it doesn't bend for support on the hemlock, but it is standing friendly all the same. I think" and here Priscilla clasped her hands close and outstretched them "I think I am soon going away!" Her eyes were tear-dimmed, her face very earnest. "I wish you would give up the childish folly, Priscilla." A fear rose in Farwell's eyes.
Why, I've even come to a consciousness that perhaps it is best for me to be dead, for back there, back among the living, the thing I once was might assert itself again." The bitterness, the pitiful truthfulness, of Farwell's voice and words sank deep into Priscilla's heart. Out of them she instantly accepted one great, vital fact: he was in Kenmore as a refugee; he had been had done wrong!
Her father's doors were still, undoubtedly, closed to her. She could not be a burden to the two men living in Master Farwell's small home. There was, to be sure, Mary McAdam! By and by, perhaps, when the hurt was less and she could trust herself more, she would go to the White Fish Lodge and beg for employment; but until then
Since no man had entered her life after Farwell's death was reported, Farwell could readily see why. Over and over, that first night in the woods, Farwell rehearsed these facts for comfort's sake. Suppose he made an escape. Suppose he lost himself in the city's labyrinth what then?
Who's this? What in ah!" The gun leaped up. Instinctively she threw out her hand, striking it as he pulled the trigger. A thin stream of flame blazed almost into Farwell's face, and the sharp report split the evening silence into fragments. Something like a questing finger of death ran through his hair, and his hat twitched from his head, to flutter down softly ten feet away. But he was unhurt.
Why, he was head and shoulders above them mentally, morally, physically, from whichever angle one viewed him. Moreover, blood will tell, and was he not of the fine old Morton stock? Whatever the Carlton forbears might be, young Farwell's ancestry was not an enviable one.
Mulhall's, there is not a respectable home in this town that will receive her," answered the doctor bluntly. "My God! are the people blind? Can't the church see what a beautiful what a Christ-like thing she is doing?" "You know Grace Conner's history," replied Harry, coolly. "What reason is there to think it will be different in Miss Farwell's case, so far as the attitude of the community goes?"
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