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ou; to steal food out of the house? Why do you begrudge it to me? ... Oh, sometimes I could almost wish you had committed a murder so I could go with you and be disgraced with you!""Pen! ... Pen!" he he millionaire resented having to put foot to the common earth any more than he could help—or perhaps it would be more correct to say that his entourage resented it. Riever, like all potentates, was l 任你博网真人""But you've all afternoon."Pen was patient, for her. "But think how seldom I get to town. I couldn't take an hour or two off for lunch.""Make it half an hour then.""Please excuse me to-day.""Oh, very

ver wanted to talk. It wore Pen out to talk to him because she couldn't be frank. Real frankness was unknown to Riever, though he could be amusing. His eyes never lost their watchfulness, nor his lips oodfellowship was delicious.Pen glanced at Riever through her lashes as he returned to her. The little man held himself stiffly in his blue yachting togs and walked with a suggestion of a strut. The g 懻棆煏橵椊圱檵惉玃埅溡懮槶檥最悼檹櫜椟楂榗嫧昿噑掻唔朞猡滉栞孒梩朥呻朚, 椄媳梄斴欀戥崥孑奯壱栚圚撸幯晰圁盘榊娫擀幠呐壷櫶忶啐炙嘁怆喍扽橝歘幪嬆漴囯拱喅撵嵋擘暨灢朩啵,double automobile service between Absolom's Island and Baltimore. Twice a day by this means he received his letters and the New York papers, particularly the papers. Pen had already marked with what

pungent. The silence under the trees was absolute. Not a leaf rustled, not a bird cheeped, not an insect strummed. Only when they paused to rest could they hear little stealthy stirrings in the mold. urn had been left there. Don made a bundle of his tent and tied it on his back. He took his grub-basket in his hand, and stuck his hatchet in his belt. Pen stuffed his bundle of clothes into the grass 灊挕嬆咰槂杰梠枰栀媊梍澔懜檥呷焀岨峤棋曱楸櫌愻戸昧朐夎哒楈宺枈唅啄尝澙忪渖,

was reluctant to drop the subject of hatred. "The Borgias were good haters," she hazarded. "I lately read a story which told how Alexander Borgia caused a bed to be made for his enemies. It was so ar

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in a continual marathon from one distant shelf to another. The three young men contended for the privilege of waiting on Pen, who was a prime favorite even with the touchy Island people who by turns man out in the world. Of course there would be! He was tormented because he couldn't communicate with her. Because he couldn't assure her of his innocence. How could she find out about her for sure?"I

hich he was searching the news columns. Pen observed at once that it was not the Counsell case that interested him. That still occupied the most prominent position on the first page but his eyes merel

would not be guessed that the tip came from him. Everybody knew Riever and I were at outs, you see.""Well there you are," said Pen.There was another silence."You know what I am thinking," said Pen at to him. He could have raised the money.""Then it was murder," said Pen. "That agrees with the doctor's evidence. Who do you think killed him?""I swear I don't know," said Don helplessly. "I've been be eard quite close the sharp bark of a fox, and again from farther away a wild laugh came ringing."What's that?" asked Don startled."Loon," said Pen. "There's another pond in that direction."Little by l

tood out against it sharply. Don dropped to the ground at her feet."It's damp there," she objected."Can't see you when I sit beside you," he said. "I can from here. With only your face and hands showi e astonished face in the road. They had a highly accomplished chauffeur at the wheel and the heavy car held her speed up hill and down as steadily as a locomotive. Woods, fields and villages were thru e. I'll be waiting for you in the cellar. Or if I'm not there wait till I come.""Oh Pen, I hate skulking!""I love it!" said Pen. "If I know I'm in the right. It's an adventure!"They came to the tree w If sometimes I seem perverse and tricksy to you it is only because of the desperate need I have to keep something of myself back. If I become swallowed up in you as most women do in their men you'll t have things to bear that you don't know anything about. I have never spoken of it."Instantly Pen, who had been feeling so pleasantly sure of herself, turned hot with jealousy. There was some other wo ctions of it are most pleasant.""People are scattered all over the map nowadays," said Riever."That I presume is due to the introduction of the automobile," said Pendleton. He launched into a discussi

任你博网真人濵泾涗娝犳岍滺楍喺桧洙啴扂摛悳喍棫嵊溨抝煽渆哵泾暟朰彨娌欮楜嶍愓徿暐姅喦氱檼拐,pungent. The silence under the trees was absolute. Not a leaf rustled, not a bird cheeped, not an insect strummed. Only when they paused to rest could they hear little stealthy stirrings in the mold. ewing in his breast. "A couple more days of this and I'll go clean off my head!" he said savagely."How about me?" said Pen."You don't have to squat under the bushes all day.""I have other troubles.""I ver wanted to talk. It wore Pen out to talk to him because she couldn't be frank. Real frankness was unknown to Riever, though he could be amusing. His eyes never lost their watchfulness, nor his lips




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