Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Daviess
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"My dear Matilda," answered the major, "I never give or take a tip on a love race. The Almighty endows women with inscrutable eyes and the smile of the Sphynx for purposes of self-preservation, I take it, so a man wastes time trying to solve a woman-riddle. However, Hobson Capers is running a risk of losing much valuable time is the guess I chance on the issue in question." "And Peyton Kendrick and that nice Yankee boy and--" "All bunched, all bunched at the second post! There's a dark horse running and he doesn't know it himself. God help him!" he added under his breath as she turned to speak to Tempie. "If you don't want her to marry Hobson whom do you choose?" she said returning to the subject. "I wish--I wish--but of course it is impossible, and I'm glad, as it is, that Andrew is indifferent." "Yes," answered the major, "and you'll find that indifference is a hall mark stamped on most modern emotions." CHAPTER V DAVID'S ROSE AND SOME THORNS "Now," said David, "if you'll just put away a few of those ancient pipes |
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