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But there were folks," Judge Maynard's voice became heavy with righteous accusation "it's always that way, you understand and there were folks, even right here in Jeddy's own village, who used to call him a bad egg. But I I knew better! Nothing but mischievousness and high spirits that's what I always thought. And I said it, too many's the time I said "
They paused and stood there stood and stared out across the valley at Judge Maynard's great box of a house on the hill and that bit of a wedge-shaped acre of ruin that clung like an unsightly burr to the hem of his immaculate pastures. Slender and boy-like in her little blouse and tight, short skirt the girl was half-hidden in the hollow of his shoulder.
Somebody shot from behind him, and at the same moment he saw some one else strike the pirate. Blackbeard staggered again, and this time there was a great gash upon his neck. Then one of Maynard's own men tumbled headlong upon him.
"She is n't like other girls," contended Miss Gleason darkly. "I would rather have Mr. Libby's opinion," said Mrs. Merritt. Grace went to Mrs. Maynard's room, and told her that Dr. Mulbridge was coming directly after dinner. "I knew you would do it!" cried Mrs. Maynard, throwing her right arm round Grace's neck, while the latter bent over to feel the pulse in her left.
Maynard's gaiety, though it was really a little forced, had a good effect on the others. For, had he taken a melancholy attitude, they were quite ready to follow suit. As it was, they all cheered up, and with bright faces followed Mr. Maynard to the dining-room. Kitty slipped her hand in Marjorie's as they went along.
Marjorie's compliment was very sincere, for she greatly admired her grandmother, and in spite of her formality, and even severity, Marjorie had a good deal of affection for her. The maid was just putting the finishing touches to Mrs. Maynard's costume, and as she stood; robed in mauve satin, with sparkling diamond ornaments, she made a handsome picture. Mrs.
"To my astonishment, the voice that replied was Mr. Maynard's. "'Of course they are, said he impatiently; 'but nobody will ever have a chance to help them till the last cent's gone. That Dora would work her fingers off in the mills rather than ask or receive help. "'But good heavens! Maynard, you'd never stand by and see Tom Kent's daughter in the mills? exclaimed the doctor.
In two minutes he had opened up communications with a station Inspector of Police, made himself known, and secured the services of a constable to travel in Maynard's carriage. He did not wish to be seen again himself just at present. He yearned, too, for a first-class compartment and an ample tea-basket. Dawson's brain is a martyr to duty, but his stomach continually rises in rebellion.
"Could you see him, and describe him? I am a friend of Colonel Maynard's, an officer of his regiment, which will account for my inquiry." "Well, yes, sir. I noticed he was very tall and slim, was dressed in dark clothes, and wore a dark slouched hat well down over his forehead.
"Uhuh, I get you." Blair Maynard stood erect with the aid of a crutch. There was even a hint of pride in the poise of his uncovered head. And for once Lane saw the thin white face softening and glowing. Maynard's big brown eyes were full of tears. "Guess I left my nerve as well as my leg over there," he said. "Blair, it's so good to get back that we're off color," returned Lane.
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