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"Now, Miss Swendon," he said gently, "I think you can soothe him. I will hold him quiet to listen to reason." Jane came to him, and in a few moments had the beast subdued and lying panting at her feet, his bloodshot eye still fixed on Van Ness.
He took up his hat: "It is time for you to catch the train, captain. Will you take me with you?" Captain Swendon looked at him hastily: "The very best thing you can do, Bruce! Just what I should advise. Jane, go on before with Bruno. Mr. Neckart and I will follow." Mr. Neckart was annoyed. He had forgotten that the girl was to go, and had thought of the captain as his only companion.
"But my dog," said Miss Swendon quite distinctly, "is more to me than all the wretches in Pennsylvania." There was an awkward silence. Mr. Van Ness turned his handsome face on her with a benign nod: "How natural and beautiful that is! Her dog and her babe and her lover are more to a woman than all the outside world. So they ought to be!
And the going to town Do you often meet him in town? Is he enjoying himself? Did it strike you that he was improving until I suggested it?" "Why, it was only to-day," said Neckart, "that I told Judge Rhodes how I met Captain Swendon everywhere at the club " "Yes. I urged him to join the club," her face beaming. "Couldn't have been a wiser move.
"It is singular, Captain Swendon," turning his back on the men as on so many mud-turtles, "that the sea-air begets improvident habits in all coast-people. You cannot account for it rationally, but it is a fact. Along the whole immediate shore-line of Europe you find the same traits. Unreadiness, torpor of mind and body. Ah!
"But I had an object in asking for her. Of course you would not be likely to know much about them: they are out of your line." "I have met the captain and his daughter several times during the year," said Neckart. "They were camping on the Maine coast last summer, and I stumbled into their tent one day. Miss Swendon fancied her father would grow strong on a diet of fish of his own catching.
Miss Swendon, going up the wooded hill toward the house, raising her head, saw a man coming toward her down the narrow path. The low sunlight struck through the trees on his broad forehead and magnificent golden beard flowing full on his breast.
I know two human beings," said Neckart gravely, "who, when they first met, felt a strong mutual antipathy, and now they " She turned, looking keenly at him. "They are good friends, Miss Swendon," looking into her eyes. "Yes. There could not be any better," putting out her hand frankly.
It was the most joyous of songs, but there was a foreboding pathos in the voice which moved him as no other sound had ever done. "You are not going before breakfast?" cried the captain. "Yes, and I shall not be able to come again for a long time. Say to Miss Swendon But no. I will go and bid her good-bye."
Now, the dog was an amiable, courteous dog ordinarily, but subject, like his mistress, to irrational antipathies, and, like her, with a large reserve of untamed blood to support his prejudices. He stopped, dropped his head between his fore legs, his eyeballs reddened, he barked a short, sharp warning. Miss Swendon knew the signs: she had seen them once before.
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