That, and the injustice
she deemed to have been meted out to him.
It was not until the great crescendo of the man's storm of grief had
passed that Nan bethought herself of the need in which he stood. Nor
was that need apparent until his whole note had changed to a moody
bitterness with which he regarded the future. Then she understood the
demon that was knocking at the door of his soul.
Immediately her decision was taken. She left the two men together and
went to make the necessary preparations for this refugee's
accommodation. Curiously enough, these preparations were not complete
for nearly an hour, at the time, in fact, that it was her father's
habit to seek his bed.
When she returned to the parlor the place was full of the reek of Bud's
tobacco, but it was only from the one pipe. Neither of the men were
talking when she entered the room, and her glance passed swiftly from
one to the other.
She moved over to where Jeff was sitting with his back turned to her,
and stood behind his chair.
"Everything's fixed for you, Jeff," she said.
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