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The town clock struck twelve. He sighed heavily; it was for the old times, the old days, the old life. It was several months before Aileen saw him. Her close attendance on Mrs. Champney and her avoidance of the precincts of The Gore Maggie complained loudly to Mrs. Googe that Aileen no longer ran in as she used to do, and Mrs.
We don't know all he does, for he never speaks of it, only every once in a while something leaks out. I know that where there is a sickbed and a quarryman on it, there you will find Champney Googe as watcher after his day's work and tender in his ministrations as a woman.
Van Ostend," Octavius Buzzby spoke with suppressed excitement, "if I may make bold, who has lived here on this place and known its owners for forty years, to give you a piece of advice, I'd like to give it." "I want all I can get, Mr. Buzzby; it will help me to see my way in this matter." "Then I'm going to ask you to let bygones be bygones, and not say one word to Mr. Googe about this property.
Tell her that for me with my compliments on her son's career. And as for you, Octavius Buzzby, I'll repeat what you said: I'm not blind and nobody else is in Flamsted, and I know, and everybody here knows, that you've been in love with Aurora Googe ever since my father took her into his home to bring up." She knew that blow would tell.
Van Ostend, is to ask you one direct question: Are you willing to make good the amount of the embezzlement to the syndicate and save prosecution in this special case save the man, Champney Googe, and so give him another chance in life? You know, but not so well, perhaps, as I, what years in a penitentiary mean for a man when he leaves it."
Don't I know how Louis Champney said to me: 'Tave, I shall see the boy through; forty thousand of mine is to be his'; and that was six weeks before he died; and don't I know, too, how I didn't get a glimpse of Louis Champney again till two weeks before his death, and then he was unconscious and didn't know me or any one else?" Octavius paused for breath. Aurora Googe rose and went to the closet.
On approaching the house he saw a light in Aurora's bedroom. He drove around to the kitchen door and tied the mare to the hitching-post. His rap was answered by Ellen, a quarryman's daughter whom Mrs. Googe employed for general help; but she spoke behind the closed door: "Who is it?" "It's me, Octavius Buzzby." She drew the bolt and flung open the door. "Oh, it's you, is it, Mr. Buzzby?
That one look was sufficient to assure him that the man who stood there so quietly beside him was the Champney Googe of a new birth. The "old man" had been put away; he was ready for the race, "forgetting those things that are behind." "I've won out," he said with a smile. The two men clasped hands and were silent for a few minutes. Then Champney drew a chair to the cot.
The men did not look at one another, for each was feeling a certain degree of indignation, of humiliation and disappointment that one of their own, Champney Googe, should go back on Flamsted to the extent of allowing the "market" to place the great quarry interests, through non-payment of the workers, in jeopardy. "Has Romanzo heard direct from him to-day?" asked Emlie.
Octavius swallowed hard and many times before he could speak; even then his speech was broken: "She's in there all right but Champney Googe is with her " "Thank God!" Father Honoré's voice rang out with no uncertain sound. It was a heartening thing to hear, and helped powerfully to restore to Octavius his usual poise. He turned to look at his companion and saw every feature alive with a great joy.
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