Honor is not--always what we--think it." "I have my own conception of it at least, and that I live up to.

'Tis high time," said Burr, with a kind of proud scorn of himself in his voice.
"Madelon Hautville--loves--you." "She does not, after all this." "She does!" Burr stood straight and firm before his cousin, like a soldier.

"If she does," said he, "and if she loved me with the love of ten lives instead of one, and I her, as perhaps I do, this last word of mine I will keep!" Then he went out with not another word, and presently returned with the deed of his little wooded property, which, however, his cousin Lot finally persuaded him to keep, as Margaret Bean gathered at the door, whither she had ventured again.
The loafers knew it all by nightfall, the news having been brought to the store by old Luke Basset, who had gotten it from Margaret Bean's husband.

In a day or two they knew more from the same source.

Lot Gordon had engaged his cousin to improve the Gordon acres which had been lying fallow for the last ten years.