The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 130: what you’re looking at

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/ Penelope. 123 hand into his arm, and by a pleading look quite put to flight all ideas of rebuke he might have had. “There, Uncle Robert, I know all you intend saying. Aunt has been talking to you. Are you going to turn against me, too?” “Just as I knew it would be,” said Mr. Alison. “I +? came in with all sorts of arguments ready “For the California mansion or the English castle? Be at rest concerning the first; I do not fancy the land of oranges.” bP] “And the castle? Do you mean “Uncle,” said Helen, quietly, “I do not love either of them. Would you have me marry them without love? I have a home; I need not marry for that.” And to Mr. Alison’s surprise again a tear fell upon his hand as she bent over and kissed him. “Can it be Col. Monks,” he wondered to himself, but only said aloud: “Forgive me, dear, and we will drop the subject. And by the way, I have a new acquaintance for you. I used to know him years ago when you were a child, but for the last five years he has been in Australia. Lately he re- turned, and to-day I met him down at the Cliff House, he is boarding there for a few weeks while making some studies along the shore.” For the second time, that evening, the delicate color flushed over the girl’s face, and her uncle went away deeply puzzled at such an unusual circumstance. Helen ECORNIE OOOLKS (SO)