The people built these
walls for a church. It burned, but the stone walls could not
burn; they remained overgrown with creeper. Then, finally, old
Wellington Monroe built a house into the walls for the young wife
he was about to marry, but he went to the coffin instead of the
bride-bed, and the house stood empty. It fell into the courts
with the whole of Monroe's tangled business and finally Zindorf
gets it at a sheriff's sale."
The big man now confronted the young blood with decision.
"Mr. Lucian Morrow," he said, "if you are finished with your fool
talk, I will bid you good morning. I have decided not to sell
the girl."
The face of Morrow changed. His voice wheedled in an anxious
note.
"Not sell her, Zindorf!" he echoed. "Why man, you have promised
her to me all along. You always said I should have her in spite
of your cursed partner Ordez. You said you'd get her some day
and sell her to me. Now, curse it, Zindorf, I want her . . .
I've got the money: ten thousand dollars. It's a big lot of
money. But I've got it. I've got it in gold."
He went on:
"Besides, Zindorf, you can have the money, it'll mean more to
you.
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