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The question bore no sort of relation, direct or indirect, to what Isabel happened to be saying at the moment. In the sudden surprise of hearing it, she started and fixed her eyes in astonishment on Sharon's face. The old vagabond chuckled to himself. "Did you see that?" he whispered to Moody. "I beg your pardon, miss," he went on; "I won't interrupt you again.
"If you had been my brother I should have called you 'Robert," she said; "and no brother could have been more devoted to me than you are." He looked eagerly at her bright face turned up to his. "May I never hope to be something nearer and dearer to you than a brother?" he asked timidly. She hung her head and said nothing. Moody's memory recalled Sharon's coarse reference to her "sweetheart."
All right I don't object. I am an amiable old man, I am. About this Lady Lydiard, now? Suppose you tell me how you first got acquainted with her?" In some surprise at this question, Isabel told her little story. Observing Sharon's face while she was speaking, Moody saw that he was not paying the smallest attention to the narrative.
Troy's suspicions took a different direction: they pointed along the line of streets which led to Old Sharon's lodgings. Discreetly silent as to the turn which his thoughts had taken, he merely expressed himself as feeling too much surprised to offer any opinion at all. "Wait a little," said Lady Lydiard, "I haven't done surprising you yet. You have been a boy here in a page's livery, I think?
"'How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's lovely rose." She swung her foot in time to the rhythm. She was not sure whether a rill was a fountain or a stream, so she decided, as there was no dictionary convenient, to think of it as like the creek where it crossed the road at the foot of Red Hill. Again she looked at the book; skipping a stanza, she read:
Old Sharon's logic produced a certain effect on Mr. Troy, in spite of himself. It was smartly put from his point of view there was no denying that. "Even if I consented to your proposal," he said, "I should object to your annoying the young lady with impertinent questions, or to your being introduced as a spy into a respectable house."
He was already too little impressed with the Whipple state. Nor did she confide to him the singular remark of Sharon Whipple, delivered to her in hoarsely whispered confidence as Merle spoke at length to the group about his new horse. "Ain't he the most languageous critter!" had been Sharon's words. And Winona had thought Merle spoke so prettily and with such easy confidence.
They're just a noisy fringe of buzzers round the real folks of this country." "Yes, sir," said Wilbur. "I thought I'd ask." "Well, now you know. Shove off!" "Yes, sir." Sharon's tone changed to petulance. "That's right, and leave me here to farm twenty-five hundred acres all by myself, just when I was going to put in tractors.
This town was the magnate's child, the thing that was to keep his memory green; and as I took it in on that first walk of discovery, Stuart told me its story: how the magnate had decreed the railroad shops should be here; how, at that, corner lots grew in a night; how horsemen galloped the streets, shooting for joy, and the hasty tents rose while the houses were hammered together; how they had song, dance, cards, whiskey, license, murder, marriage, opera the whole usual thing regular as the clock in our West, in Australia, in Africa, in every virgin corner of the world where the Anglo-Saxon rushes to spend his animal spirits regular as the clock, and in Sharon's case about fifteen minutes long.
SHARON'S news was not of an encouraging character. He had met with serious difficulties, and had spent the last farthing of Moody's money in attempting to overcome them. One discovery of importance he had certainly made. A horse withdrawn from the sale was the only horse that had met with Hardyman's approval.
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