`` Yes , '' I said , compelling myself to look away . `` He came in on the boat this afternoon too late for his train . Has to stay over till to-morrow night . I left him in my rooms when I came away . Doubtless to-morrow will see him speeding recklessly to his dear divinity . I wonder if he knows where she is at present . '' `` If he does n't , '' said Jane , with the air of dismissing the subject once and forever from her mind , `` I can give him the information . You may tell him I 'm staying with the Duncan Moores , and shall be leaving day after to-morrow . By the way , have you seen Mrs. Kennedy 's collection of steins ? It is a remarkably fine one . '' Clark Oliver could n't come to our wedding -- or would n't . Jane has never met him since , but she can not understand why I have such an aversion to him , especially when he has such a good opinion of me . She says she thought him charming , and one of the most interesting conversationalists she ever went out to dinner with . Robert Turner 's Revenge When Robert Turner came to the green , ferny triangle where the station road forked to the right and left under the birches , he hesitated as to which direction he would take . The left led out to the old Turner homestead , where he had spent his boyhood and where his cousin still lived ; the right led down to the Cove shore where the Jameson property was situated . Since he had stopped off at Chiswick for the purpose of looking this property over before foreclosing the mortgage on it he concluded that he might as well take the Cove road ; he could go around by the shore afterward -- he had not forgotten the way even in forty years -- and so on up through the old spruce wood in Alec Martin 's field -- if the spruces were there still and the field still Alec Martin 's -- to his cousin 's place . He would just about have time to make the round before the early country supper hour . Then a brief visit with Tom -- Tom had always been a good sort of a fellow although woefully dull and slow-going -- and the evening express for Montreal . He swung with a businesslike stride into the Cove road . As he went on , however , the stride insensibly slackened into an unaccustomed saunter .
How well he remembered that old road , XXXXX it was forty years since he had last traversed it , a set-lipped boy of fifteen , cast on the world by the indifference of an uncle .
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