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The real pleasure that shone from Miss Gwynne's intelligent and intelligible eyes, showed Rowland how fond she was of his mother. 'And now, she said, 'Miss Hall and I are come, resolutely bent on remaining with your mother, whilst your aunt and Gladys go to bed. We are quite determined, and you know I always have my way.
Far and wide he was known to be "as honest as the day is long," proof of which may be obtained from his publicly uttered contention that "nobody but a derned fool would do anything crooked while a crowd was lookin' on, with more'n half of 'em carryin' guns or some other weapon that can't be expected to listen to argument." He was Kenneth Gwynne's first client.
As the body, so yielding before, declined even to become rigid in resistance, he poured out such a flood of pleading that, believing passion had conquered reason, she flung her arms about his neck and offered to marry him on the morrow if he would promise to remain in England. But there was a crystal quality in Gwynne's intellect that no passion could obscure.
It was just the proper thing to do. Upon my honour, I'll never say another word against Lord the longest day I have to live. 'That's Dr Gwynne's doing, you may be sure, said Mrs Grantly, who greatly liked the master of Lazarus, he being an orderly married man with a large family. 'I suppose it is, said the archdeacon.
"Glad to see you looking so well you're some heavier than when you came to California, by-the-way, and it suits you first rate. Be sure you call on my wife the first time you come to town." He declined Gwynne's invitation to dinner, and drove off, looking slothful and amiable once more. But what went on behind that mask, within that long ill-built cranium, Gwynne had never pretended to guess.
Kenneth Gwynne did not go back to Lafayette with the main body of troops; he decided to join Captain McGeorge and his undaunted little band of adventurers. Gwynne's purpose in remaining with McGeorge was twofold.
"Say, Mop," said Larry, a smile like a warm light passing over his face, "come on up and see my new rabbits." Another and greater enterprise was diverting Mr. Gwynne's attention from the delinquencies of his debtors, namely: the entrance of the National Machine Company into the remote and placid life of Mapleton and its district. The manager of this company, having spent an afternoon with Mr.
Gwynne; he was" "My husband." Mrs. Gwynne's tone suppressed all further remark even all recollection of the contemptible image that was intruding on her guest's mind an image of a young, roistering, fox-hunting fool. Rothesay looked on the widow, and the remembrance passed away, or became sacred as memory itself.
In vain he reasoned with himself, prayed to forget himself, and those present he could not get rid of those haunting words of Miss Gwynne's, or of the consciousness that she was listening to him.
She took care that Mrs. Gwynne's easy-chair was placed in its proper angle by the fire, and that Harold had beside his plate the great ugly scientific book which he always liked to read at breakfast.
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