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Only she did not know where to go, or how to get away. She was convinced of the existence in the world of delightful spots where might be found congenial people with whom it would be a joy to talk. Fillmore Street, certainly, did not contain any such. The office was not so bad.
Rolling periods were meat and drink to the old gentleman. Fillmore spoke. "I'm sure," said Fillmore, "you don't want a speech... Very good of you to drink our health. Thank you." He sat down. The effect of these few simple words on the company was marked, but not in every case identical. To the majority the emotion which they brought was one of unmixed relief.
"Returning again, Fillmore, to the financial operations of the farm; with such a volume of business to transact, how do you manage to get along without having recourse to some local bank?" "To a large extent, we do our own banking business. Our treasurer, has his office in the cash room of the store. In this room we have a large vault, containing a fire-proof safe of the latest type.
After the fright you gave me, while at the club dance, that evening after your arrival at Solaris, I thought you were ticketed for a long, serious illness." "Really, Fillmore, I have Miss Houghton to thank for being able to again walk and talk with some degree of steadiness! She is truly, the most marvelous woman, that I have ever met!
"I'll pay her." Ginger flushed awkwardly. "No, I'm hanged if you will! I mean," he stammered, "it's frightfully good of you and all that, and I can't tell you how grateful I am, but honestly, I couldn't..." Sally did not press the point. She liked him the better for a rugged independence, which in the days of his impecuniousness her brother Fillmore had never dreamed of exhibiting.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Fern Fenwick, the impression left by the events of the week, were marked and apparent even to herself. A change in her regard for Fillmore Flagg was manifest. He was so capable, so loyal to her, and to her interests; and withal so intensely in love with her, that in turn her admiration for him grew apace in fact she did not attempt to hold it in check.
It's your own invention, isn't it?" "Did you see me?" said Fillmore, upset. "Of course I saw you. I was fascinated." "I er I was coming to have a talk with you. Sally..." Fillmore's voice trailed off. "Well, why didn't you?" There was a pause on Fillmore's part, if the timbre of at his voice correctly indicated his feelings, a pause of discomfort.
"What have I done?" demanded Fillmore plaintively. "Do you want to hear all over again?" "No, no," said Fillmore hastily. "But, listen. Sally, you don't understand my position. You don't seem to realize that all that sort of thing, all that boarding-house stuff, is a thing of the past. One's got beyond it. One wants to drop it. One wants to forget it, darn it! Be fair.
"I'm afraid you're going to have trouble," Mr. Snell went on. "All we know is that Mr. Tevis lives somewhere on a wild tract of land among the mountains about one hundred miles from Fillmore." "Fillmore, that's where we have to go to get to Denville," said Nat "So it is," Jack murmured. "You see Mr. Tevis is a rather peculiar individual and surrounds himself with many safeguards," Mr.
In her room that night, as Fern Fenwick brushed her hair and prepared herself for rest, she often paused to ponder over her strange meeting with Fillmore Flagg; thinking what a fine, manly looking fellow he was, and how well he could talk; how thoroughly equipped he was to take up the question of improving farm life, the lives of farmers and their families the question of all questions for her.
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