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"My dear," said Miss Raeburn, interrupting emphatically; "if you had now an unmarried daughter at home engaged or not would you care to have Harry Wharton hanging about after her?" "Harry Wharton?" said the other, pondering; "he is the Levens' cousin, isn't he? he used to stay with them. I don't think I have seen him since then. But yes, I do remember; there was something something disagreeable?"
Abner looked past the sheriff, over the uneven fields, with their rock fences, and beyond to the green slopes of the mountains as they upreared distinct, majestic, imposing in their serene permanence against the undimmed summer sky. "Asa Levens is dead," said Abner, presently. "Now I know that God is not infinite in everything.... His patience is not infinite."
It was this young man whom Scattergood eyed thoughtfully, and, one might say, apprehensively, for Scattergood liked the youth and feared the germs of disaster that lay quiescent in his powerful body. Pliny Pickett lounged past, stopped, eyed Scattergood, and seated himself on the step. "Abner Levens 's in town," he said. "Seen him," answered Scattergood. "Calc'late Asa'll be in?"
Don't seem fair, exactly, is my opinion, that Old Man Levens should up and discriminate betwixt them boys like he did givin' Asa a hog's share." "Dunno's I'd worry sich a heap about that," said Scattergood, "if they hadn't both got het up about the same gal. Looks to me like one or tother of 'em took up with that gal jest to make mischief.... Seems like Abner was settin' out with her fust."
He paused, and asked, suddenly, "Why did you let Asa Levens come to court you?" "Because I hated him," said Mary. "Um!... Abner say anythin' to you?" "He said God had taken hold of matters and we'd better let him finish them." "When God takes holt of human affairs he mostly uses human bein's to do the rough work," said Scattergood. "Abner's innocent," said Mary, stubbornly.
He found himself one of many there. And, like all salons, it had an inner circle. Charles Naseby, Edward Watton, Lady Madeleine Penley, the Levens some or all of these were generally to be found in Lady Maxwell's neighbourhood, rendering homage or help in one way or another.
Rather, as he spoke of his wife's experiences, her face had clouded, as though the blight of some too familiar image, some sad ever-present vision, had descended upon her. Beimett also did not laugh. He watched the Levens indulgently for a few minutes, then insensibly he, Lady Maxwell, Edward Watton, and Tressady drew together into a circle of their own.
Upon this he brought forward two of the elder Brakel, one of which was, De Trappen des Geestelycken Levens. He also took down another written by a Scotchman, of whom my comrade had some knowledge, and translated by Domine Koelman.
"Your brother?" exclaimed the woman. "I did not understand that there were two of you. Your father's letter mentioned only one son. Wait, I will get " "No, there must be some mistake," Roy interposed. "I thought my brother, Rex Pell, might be here." "What, you are not Eric Levens, then?" "No, indeed, and don't you know anything about my brother? I am so sorry."
It had occurred when Wharton was a lad of twenty-one, and during an interval of some months when Aldous Raeburn, who had left Cambridge some three years before, and was already the man of importance, had shown a decided disposition to take up the brilliant, unmanageable boy, whom the Levens, among other relations, had already washed their hands of. "What did he do it for?" thought Wharton.
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