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"I don't think it would be good for Johnnie to go down to Eden and put up with Penton," she interjected, "they're too much alike." "Ally Merton is in New York," Galusha Siddon informed me. "He's working on the Express. He wants you to run down and see him." Merton had come to New York the year before, to work on the Express. Mackworth had gotten him the job.
Her mother was standing braced in the aisle of the little room, dressing systematically. "We've passed Penton. You'd better get up," said the brisk familiar tones. And she eyed her daughter narrowly as she asked if she had slept. Home again. This time yesterday, who would have dreamed this possible?...
The boy's voice trailed off into silence, and a few minutes later young Private Penton Gray, of his Majesty's newly raised th Rifles, nearly all fresh bearers of the weapon which was to do so much to win the battles of the Peninsular War, prepared to keep his night-watch on the chilly mountain-side by stripping off his coatee and unrolling his carefully folded greatcoat to cover the wounded lad.
"I am a radical woman ... Penton and I both believe in the theory of free love, though we happen to be married ... what you have told me is all sweet and natural to me ... only you must not do what you say you'll do in New York! "I must, or " and I paused, to go on in a lower, embarrassed voice ... "Do do you know what else I thought of dreamed of ?
Darrie, as we called her, performed the most difficult task of all the task of remaining friends to all parties concerned. The strain was beginning to tell on Penton. A strange, new, unsuspected thing was welling up in his heart, Darrie averred ... his love for his repudiated wife was reviving so strongly that now he dared not see her, it would hurt him too deeply....
"Where have you two been all this time," Penton asked, a slight touch of querulousness in his voice. "Oh, Johnnie and I have been out for a walk, too!" replied Hildreth in an even voice.
I'll see to that ... not that I've unexpectedly grown religious, but that I mean to strike back as pettily as the way in which I'm being persecuted." "I suppose he means the Blue Laws," Penton commented seriously, "but surely he can get no one to enforce them."
When I saw Baxter off at the station we were calling each other by our first names. "Good-bye, Johnnie!" "Good-bye, Penton!" "Don't fail to visit me at Warriors' River, this fall, if you can do so conveniently." I assured him that I would not fail.
This tenderness, this solicitude and companionship seemed for the first time better to me than the maddest transports of passion that swept us into one. In the morning mail came a letter, general delivery, from Penton.... Now I was sure he was having our every step watched. A blind passion against him rose in me ... the little bounder!
Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine By which alone the mortal heart is led Unto the thinking of the thought divine!" "I wish I had written that!" I said, in a hushed, awed voice, after a moment's silence.... "Now kiss me good-night and go to your tent ... I feel restless, troubled in spirit, to-night," she said, continuing: "Perhaps I have been too harsh with Penton....
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