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I hate and despise myself for my littleness and prudery; why, he's a thousand times finer than I! That's what pedestals have done for women. But now, Betty, I'm down; and I'm down to stay. I'm " "Wait, Lyn, dear." Betty mopped her wet face and started up. She had seen a tall form pass the window, and she felt as if something tremendous were at stake. "Just a minute, Lyn. I must speak to Mrs.
Colonel Allen knew a good man when he saw one he was not long in demonstrating that fact. When everything was straightened out, MacRae urged thereto by Lyn made a straightforward request for honorable discharge But he did not get it.
But I would not take the glory of conflict from him no! not for all Uncle William's money! He must do his part in the world and find his place not the place others may choose for him." "You're going to be sterner with him than you are with Ann, aren't you, Lyn?" Truedale meant this lightly, but Lynda looked serious.
So far as we knew, the wind had carried no sparks across the river to fire the south side and drive us back to the barrenness of the burned lands. And with the certainty that Lyn was safe, and that we were beyond disputing masters of the situation, came consciousness of hunger and great bodily weariness. It was almost twenty-four hours since we had eaten, and we were simply ravenous.
There was no occasion for me to gobble my food and rush off to talk with Lyn Rowan. MacRae, I suspected, would be inclined to monopolize her for the rest of the evening. So I ate leisurely, and when done crawled under the wagon beside Piegan Smith and gave myself up to cigarettes and meditation, while over his pipe Piegan expressed a most unflattering opinion of the weather.
The first syllables that thou didst moote Was 'Pa, Da Lyn' upon the lute. And aye when thou camest from the school Then I behoved to play the fool." "Play, Davy Lindsay:" the touch of nature brings the water to one's eyes. Davy Lindsay had yet to play many a spring before King James, and some that were not gay.
"I want to see Miss Lyn myself." "Jes' a minute, Marse Go'don," she said. "Ah's got to git some wa'm watah f'om dis yeah Mr. Cook." The cook signaled her to help herself from the kettle that bubbled over the fire, and she filled her bucket and disappeared, chattering volubly, MacRae at her heels. I finished my supper more deliberately.
"If it couldn't, it would be good-bye to the future of the race!" And now Kendall had the world's weary knowledge in his eyes. "A woman cannot understand that, Lyn. She must trust if she loves." "Yes." The universal language of men struck Lynda like a strange tongue. Had she been living all her life, she wondered, like a foreigner understanding merely by signs?
"But this is a welcome." "For whom?" "Well, for me! You see I've never had a real home, Lyn. It's one of the luxuries I've always dreamed of." "I had thought," Lynda's clear eyes clouded, "that your uncle's house would be your home at last. It is big enough for us all we need not run against each other." "Keep my room under the roof, Lyn." Truedale looked at her yearningly and she misunderstood!
"What are you going to do about it, Lyn?" Kendall lighted a cigar and laughed. "Oh, I managed to give a prairie-like suggestion of openness to her living-room plan and I told her to make John reach for a few things. It would do him good and save her soul alive." "And she what did she say to that?" "Oh, she laughed. She has such a pretty laugh. Good-night, brother."
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