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"Was he?" she repeated. It struck her that Billy was surprised. "Because " She stopped there. She couldn't say to him, "I want to know whether John left him dead or alive." "He was dead all right." Sutton's voice came up slow and muffled out of his meditation. It was all right. She might have known. She might have known.
Under these circumstances it had not been very difficult for a gentleman of Mr. Chauncey Weed's powers of persuasion to induce various lieutenants in the district to agree to send delegates to the coming convention who would be conscientiously opposed to Mr. Sutton's renomination: hence the departure from the capital of Mr. Sutton; hence the generous offer of Mr.
The blank, projecting wall of the mill hid it from the cottages and the Manor Farm house; the firs hid it from the field path; a high bank, topped by a stone wall, hid it from the road and Sutton's Farm. Its three wooden walls held them safe. Night after night, between eleven and midnight, he came to her.
"Yes, I did," she said; "but I'm sorry now." "I should think you would be," said Bob; "Sutton's a silly, pompous old fool. I had to sit through dinner with him. I believe I could represent the district better myself." "By gosh!" exploded Mr. Dodd, "I believe you could!" But Bob paid no attention to him. He was looking at Cynthia. "Cynthia, you've grown up since I saw you," he said.
He couldn't bear to be alone. vi Jerrold had gone to Sutton's Farm to say good-bye to their old nurse, Nanny Sutton. Nanny talked about the war, about the young men who had gone from Wyck and would not come back, about the marvel of Sutton's living on through it all, and he so old and feeble. She talked about Colin and Anne.
Mr. Sutton's she bitterly resented. "Are they your enemies?" she demanded. Jethro was in real distress. "If they are," she continued, "I won't speak to them again. If they can't treat me as as your daughter ought to be treated, I'll turn my back on them. I am I am just like your daughter am I not, Uncle Jethro?" He put out his hand and seized hers roughly, and his voice was thick with suffering.
The wide river flowed below it, and the pastures so wondrously green in the morning sun were dotted with fat cattle and sheep. Jake was content to borrow a cut of tobacco from the superintendent and wonder aimlessly around the farm until Mr. Sutton's family prayers and breakfast were accomplished.
At last he had come into his inheritance; and if it was Anne Severn who showed him how to use it, so that he could never separate his love of it from his love of her, the land had an interest of its own that soon excited and absorbed him. He determined to take up farming seriously and look after his estate himself when Anne had Sutton's farm.
Sutton's auriculars "from what you have admitted, that for twenty years you have lost sight of this gentleman and his relatives, and that you might never have remembered the circumstance of their existence, had he not introduced himself to you at the Springs this summer." "You are mistaken, there!" corrected the widow, eagerly.
I have been avaricious of devotion all my life, and this is a golden chance that may never happen again." Her husband she would not willingly suffer to leave her for an instant. But for Mrs. Sutton's management and kindly authority, he would have been condemned to take his meals at her bedside and from the same tray with herself.
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