The Duke of Stockbridge by Edward Bellamy
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"I saw the mountains. They are so," and with a waving, undulating
gesture of the hand that was wonderfully eloquent, he indicated the bold sweep of the forest clad Taghcanic peaks. The door swung open, and the jailer stood there. "Time's up," he said sharply. "What, you're not going now? You're not going to leave us yet?" cried Reuben, piteously. Perez choked down the wrath and bitterness that was turning his heart to iron and said, humbly. "Mr. Bement, I should like to stay a few minutes longer. This is my brother. I did not know he was here." "Sorry for't," said Bement, carelessly. "Don' see as I kin help it, though. S'posed like nuff he was somebuddy's brother. Mout's well be your'n ez anybuddy's. I dunno who ye be. All I knows is that ye've been here fifteen minutes and now ye must leave. Don' keep me waitin, nuther. Thay ain' nobuddy tendin bar." "Don't make him mad, Perez, or else he won't let ye come again," whispered Reuben, who saw that his brother was on the point of some violent outburst. Perez controlled himself, and took his brother's hands in his coming close up to him and looking away over his shoulder so that he might not see the pitiful workings of his features which would have negatived his words of comfort. "Cheer up, Reub," he said huskily, "I'll get you out. I'll come for |
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