| "Yes, surrendered. Haven't you sent for money? Haven't you given up? Aren't you trying to run away?" | | Ed's innocent suggestion of a house-cleaning was taken by Fergus as a deadly affront | | John Bass's blacksmith shop | | He pictured himself sitting in the quiet study of the minister, looking sad, sad ... | | What a thing is youth! That sunny morning in Hempfield Nort thought that he was drinking the uttermost dregs of life—and yet, somehow, he was able to stand a little aside and enjoy it all | | "Well!" exclaimed Nort, drawing a long breath, "I never imagined it would feel so good to be orfunts" | | She turned around quickly—but there was no one there to see | | After that she opened her heart more and more to me—a little here, a little there | | "David, I saw a face looking in at that window" | Illustrations in Text | It sat there in its garden and watched with mild interest the hasty world go by | | A very lonely little girl, sitting at a certain place on the third step from the bottom of the stairs | | The home of her girlhood seemed dreadfully shabby, small, and old-fashioned | | I soon found that every one else in the office, Anthy included, had begun to be interested in Nort | | "I tell you, Miss Doane," said Nort, explosively, "the only way to make a success of the Star is to publish the truth about Hempfield——" | | "Practical!" he exploded. "You are a blackguard, sir! You are a scoundrel, sir!" | | The old Captain was perfect. He was a very pattern of gallantry | | "Toys! Mere circus tricks to take in fools!" | | "I couldn't stay away another minute. I had to know what the old Captain said and did when the flying machine came to Hempfield" | | Fergus stuck his small battered volume of Robert Burns's poems in his pocket—and going out of the back door struck out for the hills |
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