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Susy.A Story of the Plains

CHAPTER VIII
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There were long weary nights of steady downpour, hammering on the red tiles of the casa, and drumming on the shingles of the new veranda, which was more terrible to be borne.

Alone, but for the servants, and an occasional storm-stayed tenant from Fair Plains, Clarence might have, at such times, questioned the effect of this seclusion upon his impassioned nature.

But he had already been accustomed to monastic seclusion in his boyish life at El Refugio, and he did not reflect that, for that very reason, its indulgences might have been dangerous.

From time to time letters reached him from the outer world of San Francisco,--a few pleasant lines from Mrs.Peyton, in answer to his own chronicle of his half stewardship, giving the news of the family, and briefly recounting their movements.

She was afraid that Susy's sensitive nature chafed under the restriction of mourning in the gay city, but she trusted to bring her back for a change to Robles when the rains were over.


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