I guess if I didn't happen to live at Sunburst, people would be
trailing their coats and making Donnybrook fairs every other day between
these two towns. But that's neither here nor there. Take my advice, Mrs.
Falchion, and come to Sunburst and see the salmon-fishers at work, both
day and night. It is about the biggest thing in the way of natural
picturesqueness that you'll see--outside my mills. Indians, half-breeds,
white men, Chinamen--they are all at it in weirs and cages, or in the
nets, and spearing by torch-light!--Don't you think I would do to run a
circus, Mrs. Falchion?--Stand at the door, and shout: 'Here's where you
get the worth of your money'?"
Mrs. Falchion laughed. "I am sure you and I will be good friends; you are
amusing. And, to be perfectly frank with you, I am very weary of trying
to live in the intellectual altitudes of Dr. Marmion--and The Padre."
I had never seen her in a greater strain of gaiety. It had almost a kind
of feverishness--as if she relished fully the position she held towards
Roscoe and Ruth, her power over their future, and her belief (as I think
was in her mind then) that she could bring back to her self Roscoe's old
allegiance.
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