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"Prove it! Prove it!" demanded the accused man, furious with anger at Webb's manner. The ranch-owner went on talking to Wrayburn in an even voice. "I've suspected it for some time. Now I'm convinced. Yesterday mornin' I found him asleep in bed with his clothes on. His horse looked like it had been travelin' all night. I made inquiries.
To question a man too closely about his former residence and manner of life was not good form on the frontier. "I'll call you Jim from Sunday to Saturday," he said, pulling a tobacco pouch from his hip pocket. "My name is Wrayburn Dad Wrayburn, the boys call me." The Texan shouted to the man riding second on the swing. "Oh, you, Billie Prince!" A tanned, good-looking young fellow cantered up.
Your false pride does wrong to yourself and does wrong to your dead father. 'How to my father, Mr Wrayburn? she asked, with an anxious face. 'How to your father? Can you ask! By perpetuating the consequences of his ignorant and blind obstinacy. By resolving not to set right the wrong he did you.
And to Mrs John Harmon, in confidence, did Mr Eugene Wrayburn impart that, please God, she should see how his wife had changed him! 'I make no protestations, said Eugene; who does, who means them! I have made a resolution.
I should particularly like to see the fellow to-night who would tell me so, or who would tell me anything that could be construed to her disadvantage; for I am wearily out of sorts with one Wrayburn who cuts a sorry figure, and I would far rather be out of sorts with somebody else. "Eugene, Eugene, Eugene, this is a bad business." Ah!
'This time, at least, I will leave nothing unsaid, he went on, folding his hands before him, clearly to prevent his being betrayed into any impetuous gesture; 'this last time at least I will not be tortured with after-thoughts of a lost opportunity. Mr Eugene Wrayburn. 'Was it of him you spoke in your ungovernable rage and violence? Lizzie Hexam demanded with spirit.
Baffled, exasperated, and weary, he lingered opposite the Temple gate when it closed on Wrayburn and Lightwood, debating with himself should he go home for that time or should he watch longer.
Riah went to open it, and presently came back, ushering in, with the grave and courteous air that sat so well upon him, a gentleman. The gentleman was a stranger to the dressmaker; but even in the moment of his casting his eyes upon her, there was something in his manner which brought to her remembrance Mr Eugene Wrayburn. 'Pardon me, said the gentleman. 'You are the dolls' dressmaker?
"Then you're not going back?" asked James, in a tone of satisfaction. "Not at present." "I thought you'd be coming back," said James, in a tone of triumph. "What made you think so?" "I knew you couldn't get along there." "I supported myself while I was there." "But you didn't make anything over?" "No." "Then you might as well be back." "I don't know. I am not sure of doing that in Wrayburn."
I have done you plenty of credit, and in improving my own reputation I have improved yours quite as much. Very well then. Starting on equal terms, I want to put before you how you have shown your gratitude to me, for doing all I could to further your wishes with reference to my sister. You have compromised me by being seen about with me, endeavouring to counteract this Mr Eugene Wrayburn.
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