The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 177: what you’re looking at

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G 170 Written in Water. hostler, a gardener, or a man of all work. But during Leslie’s absence he had managed the affairs of the estate, and since the student’s return had scarcely given up the reins. He was Leslie’s aide-de-camp and took his mas- ter’s orders. He was his private secretary and assisted the philosopher in the library. He was such a man as Bunner depicts in Zadoc Pine, only with more refinement. And so the winter months grew on apace. Each day Gracie passed a longer or shorter time with Gerald, and each day he repelled her more and more. Each day he loved her more, but each day he concealed his passion. And each day she left Gerald’s coldness for John Brent’s hearty kindliness and found—not what she sought—but warmth and home life. | And yet Gerald tried to win her, in his own way. But in this, as in many a case, the man’s way was not the woman’s way. He loved her. She wished to love him, but his own actions drove her away from him. But John’s courtship, if, indeed, he meant it to be court- ship, was entirely different. He let the girl follow her | own sweet will. She might drive to the station with him or help him in marking out the great snow paths from house to road; she might come to him when she chose or leave him when she was weary. He let her come and go, work or ride, as she pleased. Whatever she wished was hers, and in him she always found welcome and friendship. At length, however, the passion in Gerald’s heart be- _ came so strong that it could not be repressed, and he GOMIGDOOKS (E(o)