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She has been well and discreetly brought up, and finished by the best society, while poor me! I had to fly in the face of fate like a virago, and scramble up the best I could in Western wilds. Oh, well, Graydon, don't be alarmed. I'll be a good fellow if you'll take me out riding occasionally." He began to laugh, and she continued: "I saw you frown when I began my wicked speech.
It wasn't because he needed money, Graydon, but because he wanted to lead an honest life, he said. He has a great deal of money, let me tell you. The grand jury indicted him last spring but the trial did not come up until last month nearly a year later so swift is justice in this city. In the meantime, I saw but little of him.
I made his wife eat some of it, and saved a little of the breast for poor Tilly, as they call her." "Did you take any yourself?" interrupted Graydon. "Oh, yes, indeed! I'm one of those prosaic creatures whose appetite never fails. If the world were coming to an end to-day I should insist on having my breakfast."
"I thank you for your confidence, Graydon," said Madge, quietly. "You are acting just as I should suppose you would. No one in the world wishes you happiness more earnestly than I do. Come, let us take this level place like the wind." She was unusually gay during the remainder of their ride, but seemed bent almost on running her horse to death.
This war is about over," growled Harbin. "No sirree! We'll be fighting these fellows for ten years. Ah, there's your daughter, Colonel. Good-day." With the first returning strength, freed from lassitude and stupor, Graydon began whispering joyous words of love to Jane. His eyes were bright with the gladness that his pain had brought.
Jane was ill and did not leave her room during the two days following the visit to the penitentiary. She was haunted by the face of James Bansemer, the convict. It was beyond her powers of imagination to recall him as the well-groomed, distinguished man she once had known. Graydon was deeply distressed over the pain and humiliation he had subjected her to through Droom's unfortunate efforts.
On the occasions when she had gone out with him she had learned how unattractive in society her pale face and shy ways were. Such attentions as she had received had been to her sensitive spirit like charity. Graydon had been animated by unaffected good-will and an affection that was, after its kind, genuine.
Do you or not?" The self-confident, athletic youth did not stand in physical awe of the clerk. "No," was the simple and sufficient answer. "Well then I'm off," said Graydon a trifle less airily. Droom's overcoat was on and buttoned up to his chin; his long feet were encased in rubbers of enormous size and uncertain age.
A light mist began to blow in his face as he paced back and forth along the short block in which the Cables lived. He was working his imagination up to a state bordering on frenzy. In his fancy he could hear Graydon cursing him in the presence of his accusers.
The moment she jeopardized his prestige before the world, or interfered with his scheme of success, she would meet rock-like obduracy, both before and after marriage. She knew that Graydon had a sincere affection for her, and a faith in her which, even in her egotism, she was aware was unmerited that he had a larger, gentler, and more tolerant nature, and would be easier to manage than Arnault.
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