The Seeker by Harry Leon Wilson
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"Clytie says you knew I had come." "Clytie must have misunderstood. No one even intimated such a thing. I came up to-day--I had to come--because--if I had known you were here, wouldn't I have brought Allan?" "Of course I was going to let you know, and come down in a few days--there was some business to do here. Dear old Allan! I'm aching to get a stranglehold on him!" "Yes--he'll be so glad--there's so much to say!" "I didn't know whom I should find here." "We've had Clytie look after both houses--sometimes we've rented mine--and almost every summer we've come here." "You know I didn't dream I was rich until I got here. The lawyer says they've advertised, but I've been away from everything most of the time--not looking out for advertisements. I can't understand the old gentleman, when I was such a reprobate and Allan was always such a thoroughly decent chap." "Oh, hardly a reprobate!" "Worse, Nance--an ass--think of my talking to that dear old soul as I did--taking twenty minutes off to win him from his lifelong faith. I shudder when I remember it. And yet I honestly thought he might be made to see things my way." |
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