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Instead of answering in kind, Florence, with her eyes bearing upon his face, said gravely: "I asked you here to speak of something else a matter we are all interested in, though I am far more interested than the others. I want to know we all want to know what has become of Murray Davenport." Turl's face blenched ever so little, but he made no other sign of being startled.
"So I do; and when I'm in his company I can't doubt that he's the best fellow in the world. But sometimes, when he's not present, I remember " "Well, what? What do you remember?" "Oh, nothing, only that appearances are sometimes deceptive, and that sort of thing." In assuming that Bagley's advent on the scene would make Florence more appreciative of Turl's society, Edna was right.
"No. Why should they?" asked the other, turning over a page of the volume. "They knew him. Miss Kenby is very unhappy over his disappearance." Did a curious look come over Mr. Turl's face for an instant, as he carefully regarded the picture before him? If it did, it passed. "I've noticed she has seemed depressed, or abstracted," he replied. "It's a pity. She's very beautiful and womanly.
The latter merely cast a look of curiosity at Bagley. Something had indeed leaped suddenly into that gentleman's head. Tompkins was manifestly not yet in Turl's confidence. If, then, it were made to appear that all was friendly between the returned Davenport and Bagley, why should Tompkins, supposing he recognized Davenport upon Bagley's assertion, conceal the fact?
This apparent disinclination increased Larcher's hidden curiosity as to who Francis Turl might be, and why Davenport had never mentioned him before, and what might be between the two for settlement. Davenport put Turl's writing back into the drawer, but continued to regard his own. "'A vile cramped hand," he quoted.
Kenby favor Bagley. Do you see?" "Yes. But are you sure you're right in taking up Turl's cause so heartily? We know so little of him, really. He's a very new acquaintance, after all." "Oh, you suspicious wretch! As if anybody couldn't see he was all right by just looking at him! And I thought you liked him!"
Well, I felt I could safely fall back on my ability as an artist in black and white. But my work should be of a different line from that which Murray Davenport had followed not only to prevent recognition of the style, but to accord with my new outlook with Francis Turl's outlook on the world. That is why my work has dealt with the comedy of life.
I persuaded myself indeed that, with respect to law, Turl's reasoning was much too severe and absolute. It was true I could not but own that law was inclined to debase and corrupt the morals of its practitioners; but surely there were exceptions, and if I pursued the law why should not I be one of them.
I think you ought to accustom yourself to that view; your whole life will be darkened if you don't." "Well, I'll not take that view. I'll be faithful to him forever. I believe I shall hear from him yet. If not, if my life is to be darkened by being true to him, by hoping to meet him again, let it be darkened! I'll never give him up! Never!" Pain showed on Turl's countenance.
And now you would keep from me the knowledge of what became of him. I have learned too well that fate is pitiless; and I find that men are no less so." Turl's face was a study, showing the play of various reflections. Finally his ideas seemed to be resolved. "Are we likely to be interrupted here?" he asked, in a tone of surrender. "No; I have guarded against that," said Florence, eagerly.
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