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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XVI. Ducit Amor Patriae (1917)

Then Dave said, "What did you come for, Lydia? You only hurt yourself and you can't help us. I don't know what to do! God! I don't know what to do!"
"I don't see why everybody acts so," cried Elviry, "as if what you'd done was any worse than every one else's doings."
Margery raised her head. "Of course it's worse! A thousand times worse! I could have stood Dad's even having an Indian wife, better than this."
Dave looked at Margery helplessly and his chin quivered. Lydia noticed then how old he was looking.
"I want Margery and her mother to pack up and go away—for good," said Dave to Lydia.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XVI. Ducit Amor Patriae (1917)

Dave raised his head. "That's what I'd rather do, Lydia, for myself. Just stay here and try to live it down. I'd like to farm it. Always intended to."
Margery wrung her hands. "Oh, I don't see how I can! If it had been anything, anything but the Last Chance. Everybody will cut me and talk about me."
"Oh, well, Margery," said Lydia, a little impatiently, "it's the first trouble you've had in all your life and it won't kill you. Anybody that's as pretty as you are can live down anything. I know our house is awful scrimpy, but we'd have some good times, anyhow.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie Lydia of the Pines — XVI. Ducit Amor Patriae (1917)

Lydia had forgotten to be embarrassed. "I can't help it if I am," she insisted, "I won't have Charlie Jackson picturing Mr. Levine as a fiend, while I have a tongue to speak with. I know how bad the Indian matters are. Nobody's worried about it more than I have. But Mr. Levine's not a murderer. He couldn't be."
The three commissioners had looked up at Lydia with a scowl when she had interrupted Charlie. Now the scowl, as they watched her flushed face, gave way to arched eyebrows and a little smile, that was reflected on every face in the room except Charlie Jackson's.
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