Shelby winced. The hand he had held out with pearls of price had been
brushed aside. His brothers laughed.
"We said you were cracked. They don't want your old money or your
society. Go somewheres where they do."
But Luke B. Shelby had won his success by refusing to be denied, and he
had set his heart on refurbishing his old home town. The instinct of
place is stronger than any other instinct in some animals, and Shelby
was homesick for Wakefield--not for anybody, any house, or any street in
particular there, but just for Wakefield.
Without further ado he packed his things and went.