At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 44: what you’re looking at

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AT A GIRL’S MERCY. 33 be for no such cause you are good to father, Mr. Blake, if I know it.’’ And there were no Canterbury bells in her bou- quet as she entered the house a few minutes later. CHAPTER III. A DEVELOPMENT. As Nan entered the hall with the flowersina bowl ready for her mother’s room, her father called to her from the library, and she went to him gladly, knowing from his voice that he had good news for her. He was pacing the room restlessly, though with evident pain from his rheumatic leg, his hands clasped behind his back, his face a trifle less care- worn than it was an hour before. As she entered, he turned toward her with a smile pathetic from its at- tempt at cheerfulness. ‘Well, Nan, little girl, I have bearded our lion, and he isn’t so bad as we thought.”’ ‘‘l am so glad, papa.”’ “So am I, Nan—more glad than you can guess, for, not having to make this good at once, I can for- ward at least a few thousands for the use of the army next week instead of next month—or, perhaps it could not have been for two or three months other- wise. Hesays he will wait the result of the search for the thieves, and if the money is not recovered, we can then settle the difficulty in some other man- ner. At any rate, it will be of great advantage to me, postponing settlement in this way.”’ “T am very glad, papa,’ Nan said, adding, stoutly, however: ‘‘But I can’t conceive how he could do otherwise. Any one with an ordinary sense Eomicboo <S (Ee) m