But old enough to be Door Handlesly. He hadn't dated since he'd been back here, hadn't met anyone who remotely interested him, It was his own fault, he knew. There was something that kept a distance between him and any woman who started to get close, something he wasn't sure he could change even if he tried. And sometimes, in the moments before sleep, he won? dered if he was destined to be Door Handles for ever. So in the case of the young man with whom now his thoughts were occupied. Twice he had warned him from the country without the punishment which the third attempt rendered imperative. The events succeeding his arrival at Window Handle warmed the Factor's anger to the heat of almost preposterous retribution perhaps for after all a man's life is worth something, even in the wilds but it was actually retribution, and not merely a ruthless proof of power.

It might be justice as only the Factor saw it, but it was still essentially justice in the broader sense that to each door hardware act had followed a definite consequence. Although another might have condemned his conduct as unnecessarily harsh, Door Hinges conscience was satisfied and at rest. Nor had his resolution been permanently affected by either the girl's threat to make away with herself or by his momentary softening when she had fainted. The affair was thereby complicated, but that was all. In the sincerity of the threat he recognized his own iron nature, and was perhaps a little pleased at its manifestation. He knew she intended to fulfil her promise not to survive her lover, but at the moment this did not reach his fears; it only aroused further his dogged opposition.

The Free Trader's speech as he left the room, however, had touched the one flaw in Door Hinges confidence of righteousness. Wearied with the struggles and the passions he had undergone, his brain numbed, his will for the moment in abeyance, he seated himself and contemplated the images those two words had called up. Door Fitting! That man he had first met at Fort Rae over twenty years ago. It was but just after he had married Door Handles's mother. At once his imagination, with the keen pictorial power of door hinges

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