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"In Greenstream," he continued, "men don't like me, they are afraid of me; but the women make me unhappy they tell me their troubles; I don't want them to, I keep away from them." "I understand that," she declared eagerly, "I would tell you anything." "You are different; I want you to tell me ... things. But the things I want to hear may not come to you. I would never be satisfied with a little.
He controlled the Bugle in addition to countless other industries and interests of Greenstream. This article could not have been printed without Simmons' cognizance, his co-operation. It was the crown of his long and victorious struggle with Gordon Makimmon.
Numberless excuses offered him plausible reason for his own delayed return home. It was better to say nothing to Lettice of his actual intention; she was already suspicious of his sudden interest in local gatherings. The road beyond Greenstream village crossed a brook and mounted by sharp turns the western range.
This railroad, the coming of which would increase enormously the timber values of Greenstream County, had been the covert reason for Simmons' desire to purchase the options held by the Hollidew estate; it had been, during Pompey Hollidew's life, the reason for the acquisition of such extended timber interests.
In the extension of his commercial activity Martin Eckles kept his room at the Greenstream hotel and employed a horse and buggy for his excursions throughout the county. It had become his habit to sit through the evenings with the Stammarks where his flood of conversation never lessened. Lucy scarcely added a phrase to the sum of talk.
It's enough to know that you pulled us out of ruination. Things will come right along now; we can see light; I'm extending the sheep-cots twice." Supper at an end he too launched upon the lack of opportunity in Greenstream.
"You ought to let up on yourself a little," he advised. "Why?" the other briefly queried. "'Why?, so's you will last longer." To this the priest made no reply. A short, awkward silence followed during which Gordon grew restive. "If I looked so glum about Greenstream," he continued, "I'd move out." It was as though he had not spoken. "I'd go back where I came from," he persisted sharply.
This, together with Hunter Kinemon's position, tending the rich bottom farm of State Senator Gait, gave them a position of ease and comfort in Greenstream. They were a very highly esteemed family. Gait's farm was in grazing; it extended in deep green pastures and sparkling water between two high mountainous walls drawn across east and west.
At dawn he left Greenstream, arriving in Stenton at the end of day; the following morning he re-departed for Greenstream.
"You oughtn't to have done that, Buck," Gordon told him impotently; "you ought never to have done a thing like that. Why, just see...." Gordon Makimmon's voice was tremulous, his brain blurred from shock. "You went and killed that off horse, and a man never hitched a better. There's the mail, too; however it'll get to Greenstream on contract to-night I don't know.
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