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So he stared at the picture as it lay in the palm of his hand, and forgot him who had been her husband. But at length he started, as from a dream, and gave it back to Wetherell, who was watching him. Her name had never been mentioned between the two men, and yet she had been the one woman in the world to both.
She was undoubtedly good-looking; her hair, of a more golden red than her brother's, was really wonderful; her neck was slender; and she had a strange, dreamy face that fascinated Cynthia, who had never seen anything like it. She put down her book on the sofa and got up, not without a little tremor at this unexpected encounter. "Yes, I'm Cynthia Wetherell," she replied.
As they started for the stairs, Jethro and Cynthia leading the way, Wetherell felt a touch on his elbow and turned to confront Mr. Bijah Bixby at very close range, as usual. "C-come down at last, Will?" he said. "Thought ye would. Need everybody this time you understand." "I came on pleasure," retorted Mr. Wetherell, somewhat angrily. Mr. Bixby appeared hugely to enjoy the joke.
You are determined to dismiss Miss Wetherell. Is it not so?" "I wish you'd hear me, Jedge," said Mr. Dodd, desperately. "Will you kindly answer me yes or no to that question," said the judge; "my time is valuable." "Well, if you put it that way, I guess we are agreed that she hadn't ought to stay. Not that I've anything against her personally "
William Wetherell had heard of Janet Duncan's father, Alexander Duncan, who had the reputation of being the richest man in the state. And he began to wonder who the boy could be. "I believe you," said Cynthia; "but as long as you made it for her, it's hers. Will you take it?" "No," said he, determinedly. "Very well," answered Cynthia.
"Perhaps it would be better for me to come to you some other time, when you are alone." In the meantime Wetherell had shut the door, and they had gradually walked to the rear of the store. Jethro parted his coat tails, and sat down again in the armchair. Wetherell, not wishing to be intrusive, went to his desk again, leaving the first citizen standing among the barrels. "W-what other time?"
She had strong features, and a very decided, though not disagreeable, manner. "I couldn't imagine what had become of you, Janet," she said, coming forward and throwing off her lace shawl. "Whom have you found a school friend?" "No, Mamma," said Janet, "this is Cynthia Wetherell." "Oh," said Mrs.
He aroused in Wetherell unwilling admiration and envy when he arose to put a question in his deep voice, or rapped sternly with his gavel to silence the tumult of voices that arose from time to time; or while some member was speaking, or the clerk was reading a bill at breathless speed, he turned with wonderful nonchalance to listen to the conversation of the gentlemen on the bench beside him, smiled, nodded, pulled his whiskers, at once conscious and unconscious of his high position.
The noise in the corridors grew louder, some one dealt a smashing kick on a panel, and Wetherell ventured to ask Mr. Bixby if he thought the doors would hold. "They can break in all they've a mind to now," he chuckled; "the Truro Franchise is safe." "What do you mean?" Wetherell demanded excitedly. "If a member hain't present when a question is put, he can't git into a roll-call," said Bijah.
Satterlee, the minister, found them there, and they went in and stood reverently in the little chamber on the right of the door, which had been Cynthia's. Long Wetherell lay awake that night, in his room at the gable-end over the store, listening to the rustling of the great oak beside the windows, to the whippoorwills calling across Coniston Water.
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