He remembered his father standing in the portico, and, strangely enough, the Tacitus lying in his locked desk at the academy.

But he crushed it down.

His abounding youth made him consider as weak and unworthy, an emotion which a man would merely have reckoned as natural.
The station at Winton was a full twenty miles from Pendleton and, with such heavy snow, Harry did not expect to arrive until late in the afternoon.

Nor would there be any need for him to get there earlier, as no train for Nashville reached that place until half past six in the evening.

His horse showed no signs of weariness, but he checked his speed, and went on at an easy walk.
The road curved nearer to a line of blue hills, which sloped gradually upward for scores of miles, until they became mountains.