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Then he took the revolver from the hand that still clasped it, covered the quiet figure on the bed, and stepped back into the outer room. "He he has killed himself," he said in a low voice, closing the bedroom door behind him. There was a moment's frightened hush; then the voice of Kendrick rang out: "Killed himself? I don't understand. Why should he do that?
After dinner Kendrick informed his friend it was one of the best he had ever eaten he and the captain walked over to the village, where they spent the afternoon wandering about, inspecting the ex-barber-shop and discussing chances and possibilities. The young man was still doubtful of East Wellmouth's promise of professional opportunities.
They did not talk much, for Matthew Kendrick was habitually cautious about using his voice in winter air, and Richard was too engaged with the car and with his own thoughts to attempt to keep up a one-sided conversation. More than once, however, a brief colloquy took place. One of the last of these, before approaching their destination, was as follows: "Keeping warm, grandfather?"
Your brother came home on Christmas Eve because he thought or I shouldn't wonder if he did that you'd be more likely to forgive him and take him in then. Solomon came over when he did on account of his hearin' that Holliday Kendrick was comin'. All days, Christmas or any other, are alike to Sol when there's a dollar to be sighted with a spyglass.
I simply know you are mistaken." "In what? My own feeling? Do you think I don't know " "I know you don't know. I'm not your kind of a girl, Mr. Kendrick. You think I am, because well, perhaps because my eyes are blue and my eyelashes black; just such things as that do mislead people. I can dance fairly well " He smothered an angry exclamation.
He'd simply wipe Brauer from the slate and begin fresh. He kept to his office all day. He didn't want to run afoul of either Kendrick or Brauer on the street, and, besides, with Helen away, it was a good day to clean up a lot of odds and ends that had been neglected during the pressure of soliciting business. It was six o'clock when he slammed down his roll-top desk and prepared to leave.
In addition to his other labors, in 1858-9, he wrote the life of Rev. Dr. Nathaniel Kendrick, so long and honorably known as the founder of the Hamilton Theological School, and which has since grown to be Madison University and Hamilton Theological Seminary.
John Kendrick must have noticed it, for occasionally, when he and Captain Obed were alone, he made an irrelevant remark like the following: "Captain," he said, on one occasion, "I think you're growing younger every day." "Who? Me? Go on, John! How you talk! I'm so old my timbers creak every time I go up a flight of stairs. They'll be sendin' me to the junk pile pretty soon." "I guess not.
Whether Felix succeeded in this or not, it is impossible to gather from either local history or tradition; but there is no doubt that the house attracted attention, for its architectural liveliness has never to this day been duplicated in that region. In those days the Kendrick family was a new one, so to speak, but ambitious.
Ever noticed the scar on his right cheek, Kendrick?" "Often," the stockbroker replied. "He told me it was done in a saloon fight out in the Far West." "I did it in the Far East," Wingate declared grimly, "as far east, at least, as the drawing-room of his Fifth Avenue house. He'll never lose that scar. He'll never lose his hatred of the man who gave it to him. So he wants me to sell him wheat!"
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