NIGHT THE FIFTH.
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"Who?"
"Judge Hammond."
"Oh, dear, no. He and Slade had all sorts of a quarrel about a year ago, and he's never darkened our doors since."
"It was something about Willy and———" The speaker did not mention any name, but winked knowingly and tossed his head toward the entrance of the house, to indicate some member of Slade's family.
"I believe so."
"D'ye think Willy really likes her?"
Matthew shrugged his shoulders, but made no answer.
"She's a nice girl," was remarked in an under tone, and good enough for Hammond's son any day; though, if she were my daughter, I'd rather see her in Jericho than fond of his company."
"He'll have plenty of money to give her. She can live like a queen."
"For how long?"
