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"I wish I'd been to see them before I left London," said Jack. "I might have got some useful information from them. What do you believe has happened to my father?" "I dunno what to think," said Risley, "except that some o' these Dagoes got him in a corner and went for his pocket-book. He'd got plenty of money with him."
Now, however, she felt vaguely and wonderingly, as a child might have done, that for some reason Lyman Risley was rude to her, and she had a sense of bewildered injury. Mrs. Lloyd was always, moreover, somewhat anxious as to the relations between Cynthia and Lyman Risley.
"Because she is Ellen Brewster, the outgrowth of the child who would not " Risley checked himself abruptly. "I know," said Robert, shortly. The other man started. "How long have you known she did not tell?" Robert laughed a little. "Oh no," he replied. "Nobody told. I went there to call, and saw my own old doll sitting in a little chair in a corner of the parlor.
"I'm on at once for a look into what's happened to the Professor." "It will be a dangerous quest," said Mr. Buxton slowly; "a very dangerous quest, among wild lands and savage peoples. I know that much. Do you think the Government authority extends over the district where the discovery was made, Risley?" "No, it don't," replied Buck.
When the church-bell clanged out just then Lyman Risley had never been so thankful in his life. Mrs. Lloyd rose promptly, for she had to lead the meeting, that being the custom among the sisters in her church. "Well," said she, "I am thankful she is found, anyway; I couldn't have slept a wink that night if I had known she was lost, the dear little thing.
His relations with the older man had become very close, almost like those of father and son, though Risley was hardly old enough for that relation. "And you haven't been since she went to work?" "No." "But you would have, had she gone to college instead of going to work in a shoe-factory?" Risley's voice had a tone of the gentlest conceivable sarcasm. Robert colored. "Yes, I suppose so," he said.
Lyman Risley put his cigar back between his lips; Cynthia was quite still, her delicate profile towards him. "I assure you there is not the slightest danger of their troubling the child because of her silence, and you would do an exceedingly foolish thing, and its consequences would react not upon yourself only, but upon others, were you to confess the truth to them," he said after a little.
She looked every inch a lady, even with the drawback of an oyster-can, and mittens instead of gloves. Both Risley and Robert raised their hats, and Ellen bowed. She did not smile, but her face contracted curiously, and her color obviously paled. Risley looked at Robert after they had passed. "I have called on her twice," said Robert, as if answering a question.
And the rest of her adventins and the adventins of Joe I will relate in another epistol; and I will also tell whether the world come to an end or not. I know folks will want to know, and I don't love to keep folks in onxiety it hain't my way. Wall, from that night, Miss Trueman Pool attended to the meetins at the Risley school-house, stiddy and constant.
Robert had begun to understand the older man's methods, and also to understand that they were not to be cavilled at or disputed, even by a nephew for whom he had undoubtedly considerable affection. "It is nonsense, of course," said Risley. "The man is not by any means old or past his usefulness, although I must admit he has that look. He cannot be any older than your uncle.
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