wild growth rallied. Perhaps — who knows? — the assaulted wilderness had found its Joan of Arc. At any rate, it stood up to him at length, and pressed in upon him and drove him back. Year by year, on one excuse or another, an outpost, a foot or two, would be abandoned and left to be reclaimed by the weeds. They were the assailants now. And there came a time when they had him at bay, a beaten man, in a patch of not more than fifty square feet, the centre of his former domain. “Time, not Corydon,” had conquered him.
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He had not entered the summer-house for years, but he found Hester knitting there as usual; and put the telegram into her hands.
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Hester made as if to answer him, but rose instead and laid a hand on his breast. It was a thin hand, and roughened with housework. With Dale Hawerchuk Jersey the other she pointed to where the view had lain seaward. He turned. There was no longer any view. The brambles hid it, and must have hidden it for many years.
“Then what have you been thinkin’ of all these days?”
Her eyes filled; but she managed to say, “Of you, John.”
“It’s with you as with me. The weeds have us, every side, each in our corner.” He looked at his hands, and with sudden resolution turned and left her.
“Where are you going?”
“To fetch a hook. I’ll have that view open Justin Braun Jersey again before nightfall, or my name’s not John Penaluna.”
The End
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