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In another minute they had drawn up before the open door. "Won't you come in and wait for Mr. Jenney?" she asked. He gazed down into her face, searchingly, and took her hand. "Good night," he said; "Mr. Jenney is not far behind. I think I think I should like the walk."
You'd have been soaked before you got to Harris's. How be you? I ain't seen you since that highfalutin party up to Crewe's." "It's very kind of you to let me come in, Mr. Jenney." "But I have a rain-coat and a boot, and I really ought to be going on." Here Victoria produced the rain-coat from under the seat. The garment was a dark blue, and Mr.
Persistent knocking by a chauffeur at last brings a woman to the door. Mrs. Jenney has a pleasant face and an ample figure. "Mr. Jenney live here?" cries Mr. Crewe from the driver's seat. "Yes," says Mrs. Jenney, smiling. "Tell him I want to see him." "Guess you'll find him in the apple orchard." "Where's that?" The chauffeur takes down the bars, Mr.
"I will drive home with you, if you'll allow me," said Austen. "Oh, no, I really don't need an escort, Mr. Vane. I'm so used to driving about at night, I never think of it," she answered. "Of course he'll drive home with you, dear," said Mrs. Jenney. "And, Jabe, you'll hitch up and go and fetch Austen back." "Certain," Mr. Jenney agreed.
Mrs. She sat in the parlour with her guest until Mr. Jenney reappeared with shining face and damp hair. "You'll excuse me, my dear," said Mrs. Jenney, "but the supper's on the stove, and I have to run out now and then." Mr. Jenney was entertaining. He had the shrewd, humorous outlook upon life characteristic of the best type of New England farmer, and Victoria got along with him famously.
Jenney, hospitably; "you'll get wet. Look out, Austen, there's a lady comin'. Why, it's Miss Flint!" Victoria knew that her face must be on fire. She felt Austen Vane's quick glance upon her, but she did not dare look to the right or left as she drove into the barn. There seemed no excuse for any other course. "How be you?" said Mr. Jenney; "kind of lucky you happened along here, wahn't it?
Jenney felt of its gossamer weight with a good-natured contempt. "That wouldn't be any more good than so much cheesecloth," he declared, nodding in the direction of the white sheet of the storm. "Would it, Austen." She turned her head slowly and met Austen's eyes. Fortunate that the barn was darkened, that he might not see how deep the colour mantling in her temples!
"You said the politicians would be against you if you tried to become a State senator. Do you believe that the politicians are owned by the railroad?" "Has Jenney been putting such things into your head?" "Not only Mr. Jenney, but I have heard other people say that.
"You said the politicians would be against you if you tried to become a State senator. Do you believe that the politicians are owned by the railroad?" "Has Jenney been putting such things into your head?" "Not only Mr. Jenney, but I have heard other people say that.
Vane commits," she said, "and yet he seems exceptionally good-natured and mild-mannered." "That's straight he kicked him downstairs. Served Tooting right, too." "There does seem to have been an element of justice in it," Victoria remarked. "You haven't seen Austen since he left his father?" Mr. Gaylord inquired. "Left him! Where has he gone?" "Gone up to live with Jabe Jenney.
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