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The manner of his succession to Joe Hilliard's shoes had fostered an almost morbid solicitude for her well being which had not seldom over-topped his better judgment. If he had failed of his duty, it was not for lack of striving. "I've tried, Cora," he answered bitterly.
Even Sylvia found herself invited for a long visit, and was the more surprised at this mark of favour because Mrs Hilliard's demeanour towards her was tinged with jealousy and uneasy suspicion.
Nor would he make any advances whatsoever to Grafton, or receive those hints which my uncle was forever dropping, until at length he begged to be allowed to come to Dr. Hilliard's funeral, a request my grandfather could not in decency refuse. 'Twas a pathetic letter in truth, and served its purpose well, though it was not as dust in the old gentleman's eyes.
I was watching Nebo a-fishing beyond the point, and as he waded ashore the burden on his shoulders had a much keener interest for me than that AEneas carried out of Troy. My Uncle Grafton came to Dr. Hilliard's funeral, choosing this opportunity to become reconciled to my grandfather, who he feared had not much longer to live. Albeit Mr. Carvel was as stout and hale as ever.
P'r'aps you'd like to leave your name?" "I think I'll call again." "Did you expect to find her at 'ome now?" asked the young woman, whose curiosity grew more eager as she watched Hilliard's countenance. "Perhaps," he replied, neglecting the question, "I should find her here to-morrow morning?" "Well, I can say as someone's going to call, you know." "Please do so."
To the club people he was the Club Candidate; to the unclubbed townsfolk he was New Babylon's Candidate; while among the quarry workers and other socially impossible flotsam and jetsam of the voting public other agencies than Mrs. Hilliard's heralded him as the People's Candidate. Yet the fog of apathy refused to lift.
Hilliard's a fine fellow, all the finer because he's a self-made man. By the way, the Gaylor place is one of the show ranches of California. I think we ought to take you to see it." "Do!" cried Miss Dene. "I could write about it, couldn't I? I'd like to see Mrs. Gaylor. Another California type for my book!" And again she asked herself, "I wonder if dear Angela knows about the Prince?"
His course took him past Hilliard's bank, and when abreast of it he nearly collided with a man who came hurrying forth, an angry scowl between his eyes giving evidence of a surly humor. In the well-groomed, fiery-haired, plump-figured man who, absorbed in his own anger, was rushing by without raising his eyes, Emerson recognized the manager of the North American Packers' Association.
Hilliard's lodgings they were represented by a single room commanded a prospect which, to him a weariness and a disgust, would have seemed impressive enough to eyes beholding it for the first time.
I didn't say that. What I said was that I'm here to stand my trial. It's up to you to prove me guilty." "But, in point of fact, you practically admit it." "In point of fact, I would prefer not to say so. Prove it, if you can." "I have witnesses here, ready to swear to the truth, lieutenant." "Aren't your witnesses prejudiced a little?" "Maybe." The smile on Hilliard's fat face broadened.
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