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"If that isn't like you!" he ejaculated. "Your very first words after we are left alone! It brings back the East, Carley." "Probably recall to memory will be good for you," returned Carley. "But tell me. Is she in love with you?" "Why, no, certainly not!" replied Glenn. "Anyway, how could I answer such a question? It just made me laugh, that's all." "Humph!
With no better reason than this, and with the stubbornness he mistook for strength, Glenn would have nothing to do with his neighbours, four miles back in the woods, and had forbidden the sale of milk and garden stuff to them.
There's no use being sentimental about a perfectly commonplace I might even say legitimate transaction. Agnes Glenn was like the rest of her kind: she had a very sharp pair of eyes open all of the time, you may be quite sure of that. I will say this for her, poor little devil: she was no blackmailer. She got down and out when the time came and she never squealed.
Lastly there was a little gray in the light-brown hair over his temples. Glenn was only twenty-seven, yet he looked ten years older. Studying him so, with the memory of earlier years in her mind, she was forced to admit that she liked him infinitely more as he was now. He seemed proven. Something had made him a man.
The following June Priscilla Glenn graduated. She and John Boswell grew quite merry over the event. "I really can't let you spend anything on me," she said laughingly; "nothing more than the cost of a few flowers. I have the awful weight of debt upon me at the beginning of my career. One hundred dollars to Master Farwell, and " "The funeral expenses of that poor waif you were so interested in!
"'Alas! it is too true, iterated Mrs. Arras. "'The black-hearted villain! I continued. "'Ah, Mr. Glenn, her fate would have been different, if your addresses had not been so cruelly spurned! God knows I was not to blame! said she. "'No, Mrs.
But still there was a change in him; he wasn't just like he used to be when she was only Dorothy Glenn, working for her living in the book-bindery.
Captain Glenn and Williams had repaired the outer door so that it was now as strong as it had ever been. Inside the stockade itself, Captain Jack approached the door wearily. He had had a hard and unsuccessful day and he was in no pleasant frame of mind. The door refused to budge when he pushed on it. Captain Jack raised his voice in a shout.
"Do you see any light yet, Joe?" "Not the least speck that ever was created, except the lightning, and it's gone before I can turn my head to look at it." The interrogator, Charles Glenn, reclined musingly in a two-horse wagon, the canvas covering of which served in some measure to protect him from the wind and rain.
And Glenn said, "I saw his fresh track by the lake. Some bear!" The heat from the fire made Carley so drowsy that she could scarcely hold up her head. She longed for bed even if it was out there in the open. Presently Flo called her: "Come. Let's walk a little before turning in." So Carley permitted herself to be led to and fro down an open aisle between some cedars.
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