Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter IX
Andhethoughtofthatotheryounggirl,thelittleHonoraGerard,theheiressofmillions,petted,loved,receivingadulationfromallwhocameneartoher,whoseonlycarewastochoosefromamongthemultitudeofpleasuresthattheworldhastenedtopresenttoherconsideration.
“Good-bye,”hesaid,holdingouthishand.
“Good-bye.”
“Good-bye,Sidney.”
Hekissedthelittlegirl,claspedMrs.Dyke’shandamomentwithhis;then,slinginghissatchelabouthisshouldersbythelongstrapwithwhichitwasprovided,leftthehouse,andmountinghishorserodeawayfromLosMuertosnevertoreturn.
PresleycameoutupontheCountyRoad.AtalittledistancetohislefthecouldseethegroupofbuildingswhereonceBrodersonhadlived.Thesewerebeingremodelled,atlength,tosuitthelargerdemandsoftheNewAgriculture.Astrangemancameoutbytheroadgate;nodoubt,thenewproprietor.Presleyturnedaway,hurryingnorthwardsalongtheCountyRoadbythemammothwatering-tankandthelongwind-breakofpoplars.
HecametoCaraher’splace.Therewasnochangehere.Thesaloonhadweatheredthestorm,indispensabletothenewaswellastotheoldregime.Thesamedustybuggiesandbuckboardsweretiedundertheshed,andasPresleyhurriedbyhecoulddistinguishCaraher’svoice,loudasever,stillproclaiminghiscreedofannihilation.
BonnevillePresleyavoided.Hehadnoassociationswiththetown.
