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Fenneben read the whole story in the words and manner of the answer, and he smiled grimly as he thought of Burgess and of the conflict of Wream against Wream if Elinor and his brother Joshua ever came to the clash of arms. But he was too weak now to direct matters.
Fenneben, you can do something, maybe, that's none of your business, nor mine." Dennie wondered afterward how she could have had the courage to speak these words. "That's generally the easy thing. What is it?" the Dean smiled. The girl hung her feather brush in its place and sat down opposite to him. "Do you know anything about Pigeon Place?" she began.
Fenneben," Vic stammered. "Why not?" "I am too much of a gentleman for that." "When I fight, I fight men. You are in my class," Fenneben quoted with a smile in his eyes, which faded away with the next words. "You are right, Burleigh. A gentleman does n't want to use his strength like a beast to destroy.
"I want Sunrise to win. I want you to win. There will probably be some professionals to play against, but we have no way of proving this," Fenneben said. "What do you think of such playing, Doctor?" Vic asked. "I think the rule about professionalism is often a strained piece of foolishness.
He came to Fenneben's side and looked up confidently in his face. "Well, confessing. I've just finished doing that myself," Fenneben said. "I did a bad, long ago. I want to go and confessing. Will you go with me?" "Where shall we go to be shriven, Bug? "To Pigeon Place," Bug responded. "The Pigeon woman is there now. I saw her coming, and I must go right away and confessing."
He knew the tragedy, but the woman herself he had never seen, save in the darkness and rain of that awful night when she had held Lloyd Fenneben's head above the fast rising waters of the Walnut. He had never even heard her voice, for he had sustained the limp body of Dr. Fenneben while Saxon helped the woman from the river and as far as to her own gate.
As to types, they assay fairly well to the ton, these Jayhawkers do." "What are Jayhawkers, Doctor?" Burgess queried. "Yonder is one specimen," Fenneben answered, pointing toward the window. Vincent Burgess, looking out, saw Vic Burleigh leaping up the broad steps from the level campus, a giant fellow, fully six feet tall. The swing of strength, void of grace, was in his motion.
The tan had left his cheek. His auburn hair had lost its sun-burn. His powerful physique, the charm of his deep voice, the singular beauty of his wide open golden-brown eyes, with their long black lashes lighting up his rugged face, gave to him an attractive personality. Yet to Lloyd Fenneben, who saw below the surface, Victor Burleigh was only at the beginning of things.
"Yes, I know," Dr. Fenneben said. "She was married and came to Kansas. That was after you left Cambridge, I suppose. She and her husband are both dead, leaving no children. My father was bitterly opposed to her coming out here, and never forgave her for it. He died recently, making me his heir. I've always thought I'd like to see the state where my sister lived. She died young.
Unconsciously he struck his breast with his fist. "There's freedom for such as I am somewhere." "Hello, Burleigh, what can I do for you?" As Dr. Fenneben came into the study he recalled how awkwardly the same boy had filled the same chair only a few months before. "I've come in to be sentenced," Vic replied. "Well, plead your case first."
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