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He was soon gone. "Where's Pink Tommy?" cried Zura, as I entered the living-room. "Where's Mr. Hanaford?" I questioned back. "Why, he took his book and left. Didn't you say he was in a hurry?" "Yes, I did; so was Mr. Chalmers. He left good-by!" "Good-by?" In Zura's question there was much annoyance and some anger. Jane chimed in. "Both the boys gone? What a pity! I've just made a relly joll."
As she passed out of the library the outer door opened, and the gusty night swooped in as, at the same hour the day before, it had swooped in ahead of the dreadful procession preceding now the carriageful of Hanaford relations: Mr. Gaines, red-glazed, brief and interrogatory; Westy, small, nervous, ill at ease with his grief; and Mrs.
When not teaching he sat alone with only his pipe and heart for company, sometimes a book. It was not polite for him to speak of Master's affairs but he hoped the foreign Sensies could advise him how to make Hanaford San have more happy thoughts all of time. I told the boy that Mr.
Hijiyama much honored by skilful 'Mericans: Jenkins San, Wingate San, Hanaford San too. He most skilful of all. You know Hanaford San?" Something in his voice made me look in the man's face. It was as expressive as biscuit dough. The man resumed: "Hanaford San nice gentleman. I give wonder why he stay this far-away place. I hear some time he have much sadful. Too bad.
And on Miss Brent's gaily rejoining: "Isn't it better than to have other people take it for me?" she replied, with an air of affront that expressed itself in a ruffling of her whole pretty person: "If you'll excuse my saying so, Justine, the fact that you are staying with me would be enough to make you welcome anywhere in Hanaford!"
It had always been the rule at the mills to let the operatives take their pleasure as they saw fit, and the Eldorado and the Hanaford saloons throve on this policy. But Mrs. Westmore arrived full of festal projects.
What if her unconscious guilt went back even farther than his thought dared to track it? She could not now recall a time when she had not loved him. Every chance meeting with him, from their first brief talk at Hanaford, stood out embossed and glowing against the blur of lesser memories.
ON a September day, somewhat more than a year and a half after Bessy Amherst's death, her husband and his mother sat at luncheon in the dining-room of the Westmore house at Hanaford. The house was John Amherst's now, and shortly after the loss of his wife he had established himself there with his mother.
When he said good-night the look on his face suggested that a smile might penetrate the gloom, if he lived long enough. "By Jove! is that what the women of this country have to go up against?" "A very small part of them must do so, Mr. Hanaford. It is not so hard for the women born to it, as they know their fate and can accept it from babyhood.
"Please let me see everything that is compatible with my getting a car to Hanaford by six." "Well, then the night-school next," he said with an effort at lightness; and to shake off the importunity of his own thoughts he added carelessly, as they walked on: "By the way it seems improbable but I think I saw Dr. Wyant yesterday in a Westmore car." She echoed the name in surprise. "Dr. Wyant? Really!
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