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Amused delight in his wondering search captured her. She saw again the beauty of his mouth and the face above it as she recalled what her Aunt Margaret Grey had mischievously said to her, a girl, of James Penhallow. "He has the one Penhallow beauty the mouth, but then he has that monumental Penhallow nose it might be in the way."
"DEAR LEILA: I wrote to Aunt Ann and Uncle Jim a fortnight ago " "Never came," said Penhallow. "I am called an engineer, but there is no engineering required, so I am any General's nigger. I have been frozen and thawed over and over. No camp fires allowed, and our frozen 15,000 besieged 21,000 men.
And, if so, why under the distress of a nearer and more material disaster should she grow so quickly active, and apparently strong in place of becoming more feeble. She followed her aunt about the house trying to be helpful, and a little amused at her return to some of the ways which at times annoyed Penhallow into positive revolt.
In a few minutes the man returning said, "Want me with you? He got in easily." "No, but take the time when I enter and keep near." They waited. "Nine-thirty now, sir." "Give me the full time." Penhallow went up the steps and knocked at the door. It was opened and he went in. "Shut the door quietly, Josiah open if the policeman knocks.
"Hancock will suffer long but now, about you did no one think you could be relieved by an operation? Take your time to answer me." Penhallow, groping in the confusion of remote memories, returned, "I seem to recall yes it was talked of " "But not done? Some one is responsible for these years of pain. You do suffer?" "Oh, my God! yes. I try to bear it." His eyes filled. "Is it too late?"
The prospect of Swallow and his feeble, overdressed wife, and his comrade's urgency, decided Woodburn. He said, "Yes, if Mr. Swallow will excuse me." Swallow said, "Oh, of course!" relieved to be rid of a dissatisfied client, and the two ex-soldiers went away together chatting of West Point life. Half-way up the avenue Penhallow said, "Before we go in, a word or two " "What is it, Jim?"
Askew rode, walked, and had no news for her except, "He is doing well." He would say no more. What hours of doubt, of watchful fear, he had, she never knew. On the morning of the third day, while the carriage waited to carry him away, Mrs. Penhallow led him into her library.
Alertly interested, Penhallow saw to the left, half hidden by bushes and a clump of trees, a long line of infantry lying at ease, their muskets in glittering stacks behind them. To the right the ground was more open. A broken stone fence lay in front of the Second Corps.
But he has a right to his own money. I will keep the cheque, John. I will draw out his money and give it to you. Good gracious, boy! you are like James Penhallow." "That's praise for a fellow!" said John. Ann had the courage of her race and meant at last to see this thing through at all costs. The man had made his money and should have it.
"Oh, now," said Penhallow, "we are in for a discussion on special Providences. I can't stand it to-night; I want something more definite. My manager says sometimes, 'I want to close out this-here business. Now I want to close out this abominable business about my poor Josiah. You and your aunt, John, have been, as you may know, breaking the law of your country "
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