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As they settled into their seats in the Reyburn train Miss Kendal said, "It's a pity we couldn't go to the lecture." She leaned back, tired, in her corner. She closed her eyes. Mary opened Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass. The beginning had begun. "What are you reading, Mary?" "The New Testament.... Extraordinary how interesting it is." "Interesting!" "Frightfully interesting."
"I should think so," answered Reyburn politely, watching her plain eager face amusedly. He could not quite get at her idea in coming to him. "Would her coming of age have anything to do with it?" put Jane, referring to a much folded paper she carried in her hand, as if she had a written catechism which she must go through. "It might." Reyburn was growing interested.
"I am going down for forty winks," said the captain. Then as he passed Mr. Reyburn: "I don't much like the appearance of things, sir." "Appearance?" said Reyburn. "Why the sea is as smooth as glass!" "Too smooth by half, sir, with the barometer falling. I've sailed with that glass a long time, and she's never told me a lie yet. We've already shortened sail." "So I see.
"An interested and amused group surrounded me when I opened my eyes and realized that the end was not yet. Hillis, of Kentucky, Campbell, of Ohio, Reyburn, of Texas, and many others were grouped about my desk in mock solemnity. A loud laugh arose as I staggered to my feet; for I alone, of a vast gathering, had slept soundly through one of the most exciting debates in parliamentary history!
I am interested in every detail you are good enough to give me. It all makes the background of the truth, you know, and that is what I am after," said Reyburn, deeply touched. "I think you are wonderful to tell me all this. I shall regard it most sacredly." Betty flashed a look of gratitude at him, and noticed the sympathy in his face.
"I ain't as young as I used to be, an' I can't stand gettin' excited. I got a rig here a purpose, an' I'll take you all right down, an' then ef he's gone, an' I s'pose he must be, 'cause your train was late, why, we'll foller." "Well, quick, then!" said Reyburn, climbing into the shackley spring wagon that Bi indicated, the only vehicle in view.
He shuffled after him: "Say!" he said, pointing to a shackley horse and buckboard that stood near, belonging to a pal over at the freight house. "Ef you want a lift I'll take you along." "Thank you, no," said Reyburn, smiling; "I'm not going far." "Say!" said Bi again as he saw his quarry about to disappear. "You name ain't Bains, is it?"
But there's a ring she left with me to sell, to pay fer what I gave her. It oughtta be worth somethin'. It looks real. I ain't sold it. I couldn't. I thought she might want it sometime " But Reyburn interrupted her excitedly. "Do you mean to say that Miss Stanhope is in the city and you know where she is?" "Now, don't get excited," warned Jane coolly.
And as they looked they saw Reyburn lift the half-forgotten flower, whose pale bloom had begun to tarnish ever so little, glance at it lightly and give it a careless fillip to the marble floor of the hall where he was walking up and down, and where, as he came back, he set his heel upon it without knowing that he did so.
She folded her hands on her knees and waited, listening. Sounds of wheels and of hoofs scraping up the hill. The Morfe bus, back from Reyburn. Catty's feet, running along the passage. The front door opening, then shutting. Dan hadn't come with the bus. "Perhaps," Mamma said, "Ned Anderson'll bring him." "It was Canada that killed poor Roddy." "It won't kill Dan. He's different."
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