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The Turmoil

CHAPTER XII
14/23

"Driver! We'd like to start, please! Driver! Stop at the house just north of Mr.Sheridan's, please." The wheels began to move, and she leaned back beside Bibbs once more.

"I noticed that he was asleep when we got in," she said.

"I suppose they have a great deal of night work." Bibbs drew a long breath and waited till he could command his voice.
"I've never been able to apologize quickly," he said, with his accustomed slowness, "because if I try to I stammer.

My brother Roscoe whipped me once, when we were boys, for stepping on his slate-pencil.
It took me so long to tell him it was an accident, he finished before I did." Mary Vertrees had never heard anything quite like the drawling, gentle voice or the odd implication that his not noticing the motionless state of their vehicle was an "accident." She had formed a casual impression of him, not without sympathy, but at once she discovered that he was unlike any of her cursory and vague imaginings of him.

And suddenly she saw a picture he had not intended to paint for sympathy: a sturdy boy hammering a smaller, sickly boy, and the sickly boy unresentful.


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