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He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again.,Howard caught Nell’s gaze. He longed to gather the girl who had so completely captured his heart into his arms and kiss away their estrangement.,“The prize is equally divided between James Dorr and William Bennett,” the judges announced.,“This here flower aint a mornin’-glory, but the leaves is mighty like it, an’ the flowers is jist as purty.” Moses explained.,“Yes, I can come. Shall I bring Clarence, too?”,“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,“So you can, but I’ll carry you just the same.” His smothering hold warned her to quiescence; and she did not stir till he set her within the rear door.,Out of the tail of her eye Betty noted this little touch of sentiment and was much impressed.,“Oh, no, no! I’m fit—I must find her myself—right now!”,A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter.,From the kitchen came an unmistakeable odor of cheese. Ebenezer Wopp was having a slight snack before retiring. With the back of his nervous hand he was wiping from the corners of his mouth the telltale crumbs.,But even as he looked he saw two people coming; his mother and Jean, crossing the foot-bridge that led to the pasture side of the river. The throbbing in his head, the stifled lungs, interest in the capture of the prisoners,—all faded before this terrible dread..