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Emily, whose face expressed a decided opinion concerning the visitor, walked out into the hall. Thankful remained. "Solomon," she said, in a whisper, "tell me. Have you made up your mind about that mortgage?" "Um? No, I ain't. Part of what I came over here today for was to find out a little more about this property and about Holliday Kendrick's offer for it.
That's certainly much better than being thrown out of the window, to wilt in the sun!" "Well well well!" drawled a voice at Richard Kendrick's elbow. "How are you, old man? Haven't seen you since before the days of Noah! Off to that country shop of yours? I say, take me along, will you? Time hangs heavy on my hands just now, and I want to see you anyhow, about a plan of mine." "Hop in, Lorimer.
Milt aint no sweet-scented geranium but's out fer all the simoleons he can pick off the little old Mazuma Tree, why, I on'y says what I reads an' hears, believe me. You bein' his nephew aint changin' public opinion none. See?" Kendrick's anger at this brazenness had prevented him from thinking clearly.
It had been that way from the first when the sudden loss of both father and mother had thrown him upon Aunt Dolly's care. His own mother could not have meant more to him and Kendrick's smile was very gentle as he thought of his aunt. First and last, her happiness Ah, but was she happy? That was the question. She pretended to be, of course; but how much of it was mere pretence?
Roberta saw clearly Richard Kendrick's intent eyes upon her, saw the flash of his smile and the grace of his bow, and saw as if written upon the blue spring sky the word he had left with her, "Midsummer." If he had shouted it at her as he passed, it could not have challenged her more definitely. He was obeying her literally more literally than she could have demanded.
Roberta experienced a sudden strange leap of the heart as she saw that the supple figure of the man was Richard Kendrick's own, and that the slight frame he bore was that of a crippled child. She could see now the iron braces on the legs, like pipe stems, which stuck straight out from the embrace of the strong young arm which held them.
Kendrick's hand was still tingling with the wringing grip of his grandson's; his heart was warm with the remembrance of the way Richard's brilliant eyes had looked into his as he had said, low in the old man's ear "I'm not less yours, grandfather and she's yours, too." Roberta had put both arms about his neck, whispering: "Indeed I am, dear grandfather if you'll have me."
But the column, three thousand perspiring Britons strong, continued marching, loaded down with haversacks and ammunition and resolve. It was met, long before the jackals had dug down to General Baines' remains, by the advance-guard of Colonel Kendrick's column, which was coming out of Harumpore because things were not brisk enough in that place to keep it busy.
It was a tribute to him that he was permitted without demur to have such a golden opportunity of escaping and a tribute to Kendrick's judgment that he took no advantage of it. He had pitched his small tent back from the lake about a quarter of a mile in a gully, where it was hidden completely by thick undergrowth.
She stole away at length, feeling suddenly that she had seen enough, and that her defences against the siege being made upon her heart and judgment were weakening perilously. If she were to hold out before it she must hear of no more affairs to Richard Kendrick's credit, especially such affairs as these.
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