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As a consequence of these acts of imprudence, she had exposed herself to a misfortune that she honestly dreaded the loss of the place which she had carefully maintained in Miss Henley's estimation.
He failed to score heavily on the fourth class man, however; but, just before the call time for the first round Henley's nose stopped a blow from Darrin's fist, and first class blood began to flow. "Mr. Touge is a hard fighter," muttered the time-keeper to the referee, while the seconds attended their men. "We've plenty of fellows at Annapolis who can punish Darrin," replied Midshipman Bailey.
Henley's suspicions of a secret understanding between his daughter and the man who was, by her own acknowledgment, unworthy of the love with which it had been her misfortune to regard him. In his recollection of events at the old country town, he found a motive for her renewal of intercourse with such a man as Mr.
Henley's self-esteem fortified by the memory of how unscrupulously he had become the guest of these people, and of how equivocal had been his treatment of their hospitality. All this, however, related to the past, and, as he felt, could not be now undone. He must act to the best of his ability in the extraordinary position in which he found himself.
I thought I could do wonders by buying land on a credit, but I'm as near a bankrupt as could be possible. I'd be down and out now if others got what was coming to them. As proud as I am, and as hard as I've worked, I'm right now living on charity." "Shucks! Don't be silly, Dixie!" burst from Henley's lips with considerable warmth.
The yellow tree and the blue tree are very pretty: there always is a yellow tree and a blue tree in Mr. Henley's sketches. I don't know what kind of trees they are. I never do. The trunks are pink, but that doesn't help one, for the markings on them are always the same." Eleanor's French was quite good enough to give this speech its full weight, as Madame's kindling eyes testified.
When the evening came J. was off on a journey for work and I went alone to Fig-Tree House the little old house, with a poor shabby London apology of a fig-tree in front, on Milbank Street by the riverside, which, with Henley's near Great College Street office round the corner, has disappeared in the fury of municipal town-disfigurement.
But grimly unpleasant thoughts had fastened themselves on Henley's bewildered brain, and he could only stare at her in sheer agony of suspense. "Then you may you may marry him, after all!" he said, under his breath. "You haven't fully decided yet.
Of course I heard a great deal of it, and what I missed at home on our Thursday nights, I made up for at Henley's, and at friends' houses on many other occasions, and few can answer better than I for the quality of Henley's talk if I have forgotten the actual words. Its strength was its simple directness, no posing, no phrasing, no attitudinizing for effect.
"He ain't as purty as he thinks he is by a long shot," Dixie remarked, rather lamely, for she was slightly chilled by Henley's failure to comment favorably on the picture, "but he has a good heart. He is a church member in fair standing, and has a Bible class of young ladies in Sunday-school, and was once proposed for superintendent, and lost out because he was unmarried and too young.
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