And here is Hepworth willing and anxious to endow you with houses and lands.
Hepworth smiled as he stood before her in the moonlight, and she saw it.
But when the door had finally closed on him Hepworth let his perfunctorily smiling face relax.
This man's daughter he—Hepworth Closs—desired to make his wife.
"Thank you," said Mr. Hepworth devoutly; he made a mental vow to the effect that Preston should never rue this day.
"I have been where you could gather armsful of them from the wayside," answered Hepworth.
She thought of a conversation Hepworth's friends had held at the wedding breakfast and sighed reminiscently.
Hepworth shook his head, and Stacy burst out with his mystery.
She took Hepworth's arm, and almost forced him from the box.
Of all the men present she felt the most sympathy with Hepworth Closs.