And don't you see, I shall feel in a way that
my fortune is linked with yours, I shall feel that there are certain
bonds between us, I shall feel that in a small, very small way I am
being of some light service to your father and," very softly--"and to
you."
"But what will you do? You have so few friends here. This is a new
country to you--"
"For a moment I thought of returning immediately to the East. But I
could not. Why? I won't tell you now; I dare not." He paused long
enough to look the things which short acquaintance forbade him saying,
and then, as though shaking himself mentally, went on, "What shall I
do? I have already done it. Just so long as I thought blindly that the
right was with us I worked for reclamation as a man does not often
work. And now that the scales have dropped from my eyes, do I
hesitate? I have gone to Mr. Swinnerton. I have offered him my
services. And he has seen fit to accept them. And now I shall not have
to sit idly by, my hands in my lap, waiting to see the Crawfords reap
the rewards and assume the honors which belong--elsewhere!"
Jocelyn had read stories of heroes. Never before had she known what it
was to find herself in the actual bodily presence of one of these
creatures. And small wonder she thrilled again, not alone because of
the fact that this great-hearted gentleman had sacrificed himself upon
the altar of righteousness, but, further, that in the reasons for such
self-immolation had entered thoughts of her.
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