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"Well, I know there's that version," Halson said, evasively. "The engagement is only just out, as you know. As to the offer the when and the how I don't know that I'm exactly at liberty to say." "I don't see why," Minver urged. "You might stretch a point for Rulledge's sake." Halson looked down, and then he glanced at Minver after a furtive passage of his eye over Rulledge's intense face.
"Jove!" Rulledge said, "I don't see how you could stand it." "There's everything in habit, Rulledge," Minver put in. "Perhaps our friend only dreamt that he heard a dream." "That's quite possible," the stranger owned, politely. "But the case is superficially as I state it.
She implied that he was morally as well as physically gigantic, and it was as much as he could do to keep from taking her in his arms on the spot." "It would have been edifying to the groom that had driven her to the station," Minver cynically suggested. "Groom nothing!" Halson returned with spirit. "She paddled herself across the lake, and walked from the boat-landing to the station." "Jove!"
"No, I don't think it's that, quite," his brother returned, with a false air of scrupulosity, which was part of their game with each other. He looked some more at the picture, and then he glanced from it at me. "There's a very curious story connected with that sketch." "Oh, well, tell it," Minver said. "Tell it! I suppose I can stand it again. Acton's never heard it, I believe.
In the intensity of our interest, we had crowded close upon him, except Minver, who sat with his head thrown back, and that cynical cast in his eye which always exasperated Rulledge; and Halson, who stood smiling proudly, as if the stranger's story did him as his sponsor credit personally. "Yes," the stranger owned, "but I don't know that there wasn't something more extraordinary still.
On the first point, we were pretty well agreed, but on the second we divided again, especially Rulledge and Minver, who held, the one, that his hesitation did Alford honor, and quite relieved him from the imputation of being a chump; and the other that he was an ass to keep quiet for any such silly reason.
"Yes, that's the point, Halson," Minver interposed. "Your story is all very well, as far as it goes; but Rulledge here has been insinuating that it was Miss Hazelwood who made the offer, and he wants you to bear him out." Rulledge winced at the outrage, but he would not stay Halson's answer even for the sake of righting himself.
"Rulledge can bear up against the facts, I guess, Minver," Halson said, almost austerely. "Her father died two years ago, and then she had to come East, for her aunt simply wouldn't live on the ranch.
But you can't keep anything in New York, if it's good; if it's bad, you can." "You come from Boston, I think you said, Mr. Newton," Minver breathed blandly through his smoke. "Oh, I'm not a real Bostonian," our guest replied. "I'm not abusing you on behalf of a city that I'm a native proprietor of.
But he said, one day, that the fear of death seemed to be lifted from his soul, and that made her shudder." Rulledge fetched a long sigh, and Minver interpreted, "Beginning to feel that it's something like now."
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