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What was really delicious was Mrs. Jordan's vagueness. "You don't know her you've not seen her?" her guest lightly continued. "No, but I've heard a great deal about her." "So have I!" our young lady exclaimed. Jordan looked an instant as if she suspected her good faith, or at least her seriousness. "You know some friend ?" "Of Lady Bradeen's? Oh yes I know one." "Only one?" The girl laughed out.
"On the whole, however, I am a good deal surprised at seeing you accept the loss of all your liberties and privileges so easily as you are doing." Naturally, the effect of Jordan's words was to kill a good deal of Durville's fleeting sympathy, for the latter had suffered a good deal from the restraint of his liberties, following the escapade for which Dick had reported him.
Sedgwick went again to Jordan's hotel; found him and told him briefly all that had happened; all about Browning, the love affairs of both, and how Jack had been taken in on the mine; ran over the prospectus of the "Wedge of Gold," and explained that he meant to visit the property; that if it could be made available with the means he had, he intended to improve it and bring Jack's shares up to cost; that no one but his Grace and her mother was to know when he went away, that he was not going to America, and that he wanted some one with him who understood gold quartz.
"Poor thing!" Lady Engleton exclaimed. "It was in the dusk o' the evenin', and she was a settin' on the rail of old Squire Jordan's grave, jes' where you are now, sir.
A frankly barbarous ceremony, where there was no pretence of refinement and propriety and so forth, would be infinitely less revolting." "Which your language is plain," observed Lady Engleton, much amused. "I hope so. Didn't you see how it all hurt that poor girl? One of her training too suspended in mid air not an earthward glance. You know Mrs. Jordan's views on the education of girls.
"As I remember, there's a low ridge on the north side, and a big clump of mesquite on the right just before you leave the flats." "Well, you'll be with us to act as guide. I wish we'd had an hour's earlier start, though. It won't be any cinch traveling through these mountains in the dark. Still, at the worst, we can count on Dick Jordan's bunch to nab them as they come out." Buck nodded.
During the rest of the storm the babe slept, but Tessibel wept out her loss of the only love she had ever known save Daddy Skinner's wept until, from sheer exhaustion, her head dropped upon the dark one of Dan Jordan's babe, and she slept. The next morning, Tess rose languidly. Without a smile or a prayer, she arranged the sop for the babe, then sat down beside him to think.
I've often seen it come in there before." "Well, thee never saw anything like this before nor anybody else, either," said Shep. "I don't care," said Reuby, "I wish there'd come a reg'lar flood. We could climb up in the mill-loft and go sailin' down over Jordan's meadows.
But it did not matter; it would get there before dinner-time. He was at Jordan's. She would come in half an hour. At any rate, she would be near. He had done the letters. She would be there. Perhaps she had not come. He ran downstairs. Ah! he saw her through the glass door. Her shoulders stooping a little to her work made him feel he could not go forward; he could not stand. He went in.
"There's one more thing," Kennon said. "I know it isn't much, but Jordan's remark started me thinking." "What remark?" Jordan asked. "The one you made at the beginning about Phoebe possibly being like the Olympus Station. I've often wondered why that particular location has been so difficult to operate.
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