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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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snt fit to take thatlong trip. Well, if I was as young as Frances—sharply began an aunt whose spirit wasirreconcilable with extreme delicacy. Now, Mary, protested Keppels moth-er quickly. After the momentary forgetfulness inthe greetings, the cloud settled on Kep-pel heavily. On a slight pretext he wentup to his old room—they had kept it forhim just as it was the day he went tocollege a matter of twelve years ago—went just to get away from his sisters andtheir good-natured raillery about his beinga bachelor again and deserted. The parting from Frances had beenworse than he had thought it might be,and he had given it every dull shade.He had still the sense of her at parting—straight, slim, calm, unprotesting, andterribly removed from him. In his dis-tress over the whole thing, in his feelingof hurt, Keppel had—he saw it clearlyenough now — made himself out in aworse light than he had intended. Hiswretchedness stopped his throat, laid onhis tongue a silence that was a leaden
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THE BOND. 293 weight. So it came ultimately to somemuttered words of farewell, a snatch athis bag, and brusque departure. •Keppels mother came in softly andlaid her hand on his head; he had flunghimself prone upon his bed. Richie, what is it V9 she asked, gently. What is what, mother V9 he parried,listlessly. Isnt home good to you ? she went on. Home—is home, mother dear, al-ways. He smiled at her wistfully. You didnt used to have the linesabout your mouth, boy, or the tiredeyes ? I didnt used to be thirty-two yearsold, madam, he laughed in a gay at-tempt. Im sorry Frances couldnt come. Keppel had helplessly felt the momentcoming. Yes, I knew you would be. They sat silent, the shrewd eyes of hismother on him compassionately. Richie ? Yes? Well ? Well ? Im waiting. He put his hand on hers with a pat ofreassurance. Youd not understand, he evaded. I do not know that I want to—under-stand, she returned, with a straightglance at him. Keppel looked at her,wonderingly. What she said ne

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