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Right then the young man was in a mood that would have prompted him to fling the truth and his defiance at Britt if the latter had kept on to the logical conclusion of his interrogation and had asked whether there was a sweetheart elsewhere; Vaniman had the feeling that by denying his love at that moment to that man of all others he would be dealing insult to Vona Harnden, as well as taking from her the protection that his affection gave her.
"I may as well post you on how the matter stands, Mr. Britt. By being honest all 'round we can operate together better." Britt agreed by an emphatic nod. After an inhalation which suggested the charging of an air gun, Mrs. Harnden pulled the verbal trigger. "Vona says she is all through at the bank." "Oh, I know my girl," said Mr. Harnden, airily.
Panic was piling the people at the narrow rear doors; the weight of those who were rushing forward wedged all the mass at the exits. "Vona!" called the manager, pulling at the edge of the curtain to give her passage. "This way! The side door." The summons helped to put away her faintness; her strength came back to her. Her goal was the bank!
He did not display his usual jocose manner when he referred to Egypt as a jumping-off place. Vona found a sort of furtive uneasiness in the way he glanced out of the window and fingered his vest-pocket equipment. And he trod to and fro with the air of a man stepping on hot bricks. "But you have said you are doing so well in your new business, father!" Vona's straightforward gaze was disconcerting.
The face of the president was twisted by grimaces which resembled spasms. "Wait! Wait a moment! There may be a way!" he called, chokingly. "Let me out through there!" Then Vona gave over her insane efforts to pry open the vault door with her finger nails. She ran out past Starr, who stopped to lock the grille door.
Following the Squire, he tiptoed to the door and stood on one side when the notary opened and peeped out. "Vona!" called the Squire, gently. "The boy is in here. Come!" She ran past them into the room. Colonel Wincott ducked out and the Squire followed and closed the door.
Shall I let it be said that I left a friend ahungered and without a roof? Shall " "Father, I'm no longer patient enough to listen to any more of that nonsense," said Vona. "But it isn't nonsense," put in the mother. "Poor Tasper is left without a home. Files's vittles have nigh killed him. He was always used to home cooking. He " "Please! Please!" protested the girl, impatiently.
He accused her escort with a glowering side-glance. Mrs. Harnden simpered. Vona had never found her mother an especially stable support in times of stress, but the girl did feel that the maternal spirit might arise and help in an emergency as vital as that one! Mrs. Harnden, however, was gazing into the arena and was blandly indicating by her demeanor, "Thumbs down!"
Then she was truly disconcerted; at a loss for a reply; ashamed of her display of emotion. He stared hard at her. His face began to show that he was struggling with an emotion of his own. "Vona," he faltered, after a time, "I haven't any right to ask you but do you have any is that paper " He was unable to go on under the straight and strange gaze she leveled at him.
Britt promptly perceived that the young man had not been hung up by stupidity or sloth. So he hired Vaniman, finding him a strapping chap without foolish notions. Vaniman was cashier, receiving teller, paying teller, swept out, tended the furnace, and kept the books of the bank until Britt hired Vona Harnden for that job.
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