The Illegal Marriage — page 139: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, ~ 131 rsa He is poor now, but—but she has enough for— em.” Stannard turned his head to hide his emotion from the doctor. “Ham, it would break her heart—it would kill his father—if this thing should fall upon him even as strong as it restson her. I shall see him in the morning, for as soon as he hears of this verdict— confound them? Simmons is a bigger fool than I ever thought him. Il wanted to thrash him for his stupidity.” They had now reached Stannard’s gate; and, giving orders for the careful grooming of ‘Philip, went into the house. Trippe appeared easier than when the doctor had left him, and, under the care- ful nursing of his wife, was receiving every possible attention. After dinner, Stannard took-his friend out upon the porch, and they sat smoking their cigars, where, twenty-four hours before, he had sat alone. But one topic could be discussed between them, and although several attempts were made to turn the conversation into other channels, thoughts of the dreadful events of that day would bring it back to the starting point. For two or three hours they remained there, on Stannard’s magnolia-shaded porch, but at length the doctor looked at his watch. “T’ll come up in the midday train to-morrow——” “You don’t mean to say that you are going back to-night?” “T must. My wife will be anxious about me. Be- sides, I have patients to see in the morning.” “Tam sorry to have you go, but if you must it is time to start. I hear the eleven o’clock express coming. No hurry,” Stannard added, as Pierce sprang to his feet; “at night we hear the train a half hour before it gets down. I’ll walk over with you.” As they reached the station, the night express came rushing round the curve, whistling down the breaks to show that the signal had been seen, with “S (Efe) Gomichboo