He filled his
pipe slowly. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her
again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and
finally came to a dead stop. There was only one small grated
window in this hold, which admitted but little light. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the
proffered courtesies. . It's a long time since we met, eight years and
more. "Couldn't you speak to him?"
"What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!"
"That is it. ‘And I
wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left
you. Mirages, over which he was constantly
throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid
ground.
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