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Penrod was bored but otherwise comfortable; he had no apprehension that he might be included in the "several," especially as Miss Spence's beginning with Clara Raypole, a star performer, indicated that her selection of readers would be made from the conscientious and proficient division at the head of the class.
Spence's study, and whom the latter, with a wave of his affable hand, had detained to introduce as "my son Draper."
To give exhaustive reasons for the impulse which brought Miss Mary Davis to Bainbridge at this particular time would be to delve too deeply into the complex psychology of that lady. But we shall not be far wrong if we sum up the determining impulse in one word curiosity. The news of Benis Spence's unexpected marriage had been something of a shock to more than one of his friends.
Peter had stolen a march on his rival. The priest married them when Johnny was at the coast, fishing at New Westminster for the canneries. When the intelligence reached him he sat down in the bottom of the boat and for a few moments imagined himself at Spence's Bridge giving Hias Peter a Jack Johnson trouncing.
He went back to Spence's Bridge as fast as his seventy-five dollar cayuse, his sixty dollar saddle, his five dollar bridle and his two and a half quirt could carry him, and presented himself to his kith and kin. The old man gave him a warm hand-shake. They killed some fatted chickens and had the biggest time that the rancherie had ever known.
Spence's graceful melancholy dropped from him like a forgotten cloak. "Bones!" he gasped in an agitated whisper. "Oh, my prophetic soul, my doctor!" Another figure rose against the glow a wider figure who called shrilly through a cupped hand. "Ben is!" "My Aunt!" said the professor. He sat down suddenly behind a boulder.
He knew all kinds of calls said all the wild things answered to them." "Was he a great naturalist?" The cheerful vanity faded from Spence's face, leaving it sombre. "He would have been," he said briefly. Miss Farr asked no more questions. It was a restful way she had. And perhaps because she did not ask, the professor felt an unaccustomed impulse. "He was a wonderful chap," he volunteered.
Spence's Collection, of which I consider the communication as a favour worthy of publick acknowledgement ; but he has not owned to whom he was obliged; so that the acknowledgement is unappropriated to his Grace.
Whereupon the good lady kissed Honora, and dismissed her to dress for dinner. "I shall write to your aunt at once," she said. Requited love, unsettled condition that it is supposed to bring, did not interfere with Howard Spence's appetite at dinner. His spirits, as usual, were of the best, and from time to time Honora was aware of his glance. Then she lowered her eyes.
"Forget it, old man! You'll find you won't be able to insist on shades. Any Mary with golden, yellow, tawny or tow-colored hair, and old blue, grey blue, Alice blue or plain blue eyes will come under Mrs. Spence's reflective observation. Your progress will be a regular charge of the light brigade with Marys on all sides." "Now you're making yourself unpleasant," said the professor.
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