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thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a
Greyhound ticket that had expired. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and,
depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. He did not like it, he said, with a
significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had
done with them. Probably he taught me what a joke was merely to irritate my father; for suddenly
Father stopped my going to the store for things and sent our old Kanaka cook
instead. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he
had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and
squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. “And to think that it’s not
a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled,
perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way
through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s
birth-pangs. It came to her that to marry any one but Capes was impossible. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of
that. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. But if he starts a long jog, his name is
Dennis.
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