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He went into the entry and put on his overshoes and his coat, while James Redbrook regarded him with a curious mingling of pain and benevolence on his rugged face. "I won't press you now, Austen," he said, "but think on it. For God's sake, think on it." Outside, Austen paused in the snow once more, his brain awhirl with a strange exaltation the like of which he had never felt before.
If I can do anything for you, a message will reach me there." "Humph," said the Honourable Hilary, while the others exchanged significant glances. Austen had not gone half the length of the hall when he was overtaken by Mr. Tooting. "Say, Aust, what's up between you and Redbrook?" he asked. "Nothing. Why?" Austen asked, stopping abruptly.
Some were talking in low voices, and others sat silent on the chairs and sofa, not awkwardly or uncomfortably, but with a characteristic self-possession and repose. Mr. Redbrook, towering in front of the stove, came forward. "Here you be," he said, taking Austen's hand warmly and a little ceremoniously; "I asked 'em here to meet ye." "To meet me!" Austen repeated.
They left him, impressed by the force of this argument, with an added respect for Mr. Crewe, and a vague feeling that they were pledged to something which made not a few of them a trifle uneasy. Mr. Redbrook was one of these. The felicitations of his new-found friend and convert, Mr. Tooting, Mr. Crewe cut short with the terseness of a born commander.
I didn't realize that I was staring at him so hard, because I was trying to remember where I had seen him before, and then I remembered suddenly that it was with you." "With me?" Austen repeated. "You were standing with him, in front of the little house, when I save you yesterday. His name was Redbrook.
"I was going to the Pelican." "Well, I've got a committee meetin' of Agriculture," said Mr. Redbrook. "Could you be up here at Mis' Peasley's about eight to-night?" "Why, yes," Austen replied, "if you want to see me." "I do want to see you," said Mr. Redbrook, significantly, and waved a farewell.
What was this curious attraction that roused the interest of all who came in contact with him? The doctor had it, Mr. Redbrook, Jabe Jenney, even Hamilton Tooting, she remembered. And he attracted women as well as men it must be so. Certainly her own interest in him a man beyond the radius of her sphere and their encounters had been strange enough!
Now that he was here, where was he to stay? The idea of spending the night at the Pelican was repellent to him, and he was hesitating between two more modest hostelries when he was hailed by a giant with a flowing white beard, a weather-beaten face, and a clear eye that shone with a steady and kindly light. It was James Redbrook, the member from Mercer.
"Well, Judge," said Austen, patting his father's shoulder again, "I'm glad to see you so comfortably fixed. Good-by, and give my regards to the governor. I'm sorry to have missed him," he added, glancing at the portieres that hid the folding doors. "Are you stopping here?" asked the Honourable Hilary. "No, I met Mr. Redbrook of Mercer, and he took me up to his lodgings.
If I can do anything for you, a message will reach me there." "Humph," said the Honourable Hilary, while the others exchanged significant glances. Austen had not gone half the length of the hall when he was overtaken by Mr. Tooting. "Say, Aust, what's up between you and Redbrook?" he asked. "Nothing. Why?" Austen asked, stopping abruptly.
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