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He observed that those two heads had not drawn any nearer together. It was not John Fenn's fault.... "There can be no good reason," he was saying to Philippa. "If it is a bad reason, I will overcome it! Tell me why?" She put her hand up to her lips and trembled. "Come," he said; "it is my due, Philippa. I WILL know!" Philippa shook her head.
And Fenn's last words set the others to thinking. "What do you mean?" asked Ned. "I mean that Frank's not himself lately," Fenn went on. "You must have noticed it as well as I." "You're right," came from Bart. "There is something very strange about Frank, and I can't understand it. The more we talk about it the worse it seems." "Unless " began Fenn. "Unless what?"
Fenn's pictures of actual places in the Holy Land, besides striking the key-note of veracity which puts us in a mood to see the whole story under fresh lights, are full of beauty and charm.
There was a most unpleasant light in his eyes. "And I say that you shall not," he declared. There was a brief, intense silence. Each seemed to be measuring the other's strength. Of the two, Catherine was the more composed. Fenn's face was still white and strained. His lips were twitching, his manner nervous and jerky. He made a desperate effort to reestablish ordinary relations.
"Well, well," replied Mr. Romaine, "it may be. There are things that do not bear discussion." And with a wave of his hand he disappeared abruptly down a flight of steps and under the shadow of a ponderous arch. The lawyer was scarce gone before I remembered many omissions; and chief among these, that I had neglected to get Mr. Burchell Fenn's address.
A touch of the winter sunlight was upon Julian's face which, curiously enough, at that moment resembled his father's in its cold, patrician lines. The mention of Nicholas Fenn's name seemed to have transformed him. "If I were you, Furley," he advised, "for the sake of our friendship, I wouldn't try. There is no consideration in the world which would alter my intentions."
The claims of Fenn to be captain of Kay's football were strong, Kennedy had begged him to continue in that position more than once. Fenn's persistent refusal had helped to increase the coolness between them, and it had also made things more difficult for Kennedy in the house.
"We always have tea," Hannah said, sourly; yet she was not really sour, for, like William King and Dr. Lavendar, Hannah had discerned possibilities in the Rev. John Fenn's pastoral visits. "Get your Sunday-go-to-meeting dress on," she commanded, hunching a shawl over a rheumatic shoulder and motioning the girl out of the kitchen.
Then this feeling was merged in one of pity for Fenn's hard case. How he must hate the beginning of term, thought Kennedy. All the well-known stations were flashing by now. In a few minutes he would be at the junction, and in another half-hour back at Blackburn's. He began to collect his baggage from the rack. Nobody he knew was at the junction. This was the late train that he had come down by.
Lavendar, bending his head gravely, would be silent for a respectful moment, and then he would look at Philippa. "You are teaching Fenn's sister to sew?" he would say. "Very nice! Very nice!"
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