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Which he had built up to a great blaze and glow and he spoke in a queer
sing-song tone through his teeth. "He asked after you real kind. He
wanted to know how you was gettin' on with the edication he's ben
handin' out to you. I tell him that you was right satisfied with me an'
my ways an' hed quit his books. I didn't know as you was hevin' such a
good time durin' my absence." Joan was cruelly hurt. His words seemed to
fall heavily upon her heart. "I wasn't hevin' a good time. I was missin'
you, Pierre," said she in a low tremolo of grieving music. "Them books,
they seemed like they was all the company I hed." "You looked like you
was missin' me," he sneered. "The sin-buster an' I had words about you,
Joan. Yes'm, he give me quite a line of preachin' about you, Joan, as
how you hed oughter develop yer own life in yer own way--along the lines
laid out by him. I told him as how I knowed best what was right an'
fittin' fer my own wife; as how, with a mother like your'n you needed
watchin' more'n learnin'; as how you belonged to me an' not to him. An',
says he, 'She don't belong to any man, Pierre Landis,' he said, 'neither
to you nor to me. She belongs to her own self.' 'I'll see that she
belongs to me,' I said. 'I'll fix her so she'll know it an' every other
feller will.'" At that he turned from the fire and straightened to his
feet. Joan moved backward slowly to the door. He