It is my one pleasure, and I find it most
exciting. You will learn, now that you have taken your place on the stage
of life, that the Property Man is very important."
In this light talk, half serious, half playful, he reassured Priscilla
and claimed for himself what his deformity often retarded.
"Already you seem my friend. Mr. Farwell said you would be."
Priscilla's eyes did not shrink now. The soul of the man had, in some
subtle fashion, transformed him. She began to succumb to that power of
Boswell's that had held many men and women even against their wills.
"Farwell was always a dramatic fellow," the weak voice continued. "When
he sent me word, I wanted to go direct to Kenmore; I wanted to see him
after all these years. But he had made his own plans in his own way.
There were--reasons."
Priscilla looked bravely in the thin, kindly face. She remembered that
Farwell had said that she need tell nothing more than she cared to, but
an overpowering desire was growing upon her to confide everything to this
friend of an hour. His deep, true eyes, fixed upon her, were challenging
every doubt, every reserve.
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