He was
here because since he had seen her last he had carried no other picture
in his thoughts, and now that the world was in bloom he wanted to see
her against a befitting background. To that end he had sold his small
farm and rented a plot and cabin near-by and if there was to be no
welcome for him here he had merely sold himself out of a home.
But the gray-blue eyes were whimsical, and the mobile lips smiling. He
was unrebuffed as he made a counter-query.
"Kain't a feller kinderly come broguein' in hyar, without some special
business brings him?"
Alexander felt that she had been unneighborly, but in her memory the
things that Brent had said to her had become a sort of troublesome
refrain. "Men will come and they won't be turned back." She
remembered, too, her own hot retort, "Like hell they won't!" It was in
the spirit of that retort that she answered.
"Ef ye hain't got no business hyar, ye hain't got no business hyar, an'
thet's all thar air ter hit."
"Mebby ye're ther business yoreself, Alexander," he suggested and there
was a persuasive quality in his voice.
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