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Richard, looking on, standing ready to take his bride away, wondered once more within himself how he could have the heart to do it. But it was done, and he and Roberta were off together down the steps; and he was putting her into Mr. Kendrick's closed car; and she was leaning past him to wave and wave again at the dear faces on the porch.
Nevertheless, as he studied his appearance in the mirror with some anxiety he was glad that he was going to Sparrow Lake and thence to North Bay as fast as he could get there. Thorpe would soon tire of making witty remarks, and the fish would not care whether he had a black eye or not. As he dressed leisurely Kendrick's mind reverted soberly to the events of the past twenty-four hours.
Richard Kendrick's heart was thumping vigorously away in his breast as he looked his fill at the figure before the curtain, secure in the darkness of the house from observation at the moment. When he had first met this girl he had told himself that he would soon know her well, would soon call her by her name. He wondered at himself that he could possibly have fancied conquest of her so easy.
But McCorquodale's companions were a pair of flashily dressed young "sports" who, thinking they saw a chance for some fun at Kendrick's expense, had proceeded to tread upon Mr. McCorquodale's professional pride McCorquodale, one time known to ringside patrons as "Iron Man" McCorquodale, one time near middle-weight champion. "Y'see, it's this way," the ex-pugilist had explained earnestly.
If she were, it was Kendrick's duty to keep an eye on her, wasn't it? And she was a tonic for any eye! Phil laughed at himself as he put the wheel over and swung back towards home. He was becoming an utter fool! Darn girls, anyway! This was the second one on whom he had wasted thought one probably a thief and the other a gum-chewing stenographer who was going to marry somebody in Buffalo!
She put the last tiny candy potato in place, pushed back the basket, wiped her hands, and turned fully to her mother. "But you're exactly right about not entering Judge Kendrick's house again," she said, with increasing emphasis. "I can't go in at the front door as a friend that's true; I can't.
At no time had it been Phil Kendrick's habit to entertain an inflated opinion of his own importance. On occasion he had ridden around the gridiron on the shoulders of idolatrous students; but his modesty had been one of the factors underlying his popularity.
Captain John Kendrick of the merchant marine was chosen to command the Columbia, Robert Gray, a native of Rhode Island, who had served in the revolutionary navy, a friend of Kendrick's, to be master of the Lady Washington. Kendrick was of middle age, cautious almost to indecision; but Gray was younger with the daring characteristic of youth.
Here's my niece drives a taxicab and is proud of it, my own daughter designs underclothes and sells them at a shop in Sloane Street to any one who comes along, and my boy, who ought to go into the Guards, prefers to go into Roger Kendrick's office. What are you going to start him at, Roger?" "A pound a week and his lunch money, probably," Kendrick replied.
When she and Captain Obed were in the dining-room alone, and with both doors closed, Thankful told of the morning's happenings. "They're bad enough, too," she declared. "Almost as bad as that silly business last night or worse, if such a thing's possible. To begin with, Mr. John Kendrick's gone." "Yes, Imogene said he'd gone. But what made him go so early?" "You don't understand, Cap'n.
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