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"At Lady Winterbourne's. Aldous Raeburn was there. Your beautiful Socialist was very interesting and rather surprising. She talked of the advantages of wealth; said she had been converted by living among the poor had changed her mind, in fact, on many things. We were all much edified including Mr. Raeburn.
A mile away Aldous saw three caribou crossing the valley. A little later, on a green slope, he discerned a moving hulk that he knew was a bear. He did not speak until old Donald lowered the glass. "I can see for eight miles up the valley, an' there ain't a soul in sight," said MacDonald in answer to his question. "I figgered they'd be along about now, Johnny."
Slowly, almost as slowly as Aldous had opened the door, Quade turned his head, and stared into the coldly smiling face of the man whom he had plotted to kill, and saw the gleaming pistol in his hand. A curious look overcame his pouchy face, a look not altogether of terror but of shock. He knew Aldous had heard. He accepted in an instant, and perceptibly, the significance of the pistol in his hand.
"I believe," said Joanne, "that I'd like to do something like that if I were a man. I'd want to be a man, not that preachers aren't men, Peggy, dear but I'd want to do things, like blowing up mountains for instance, or finding buried cities, or" she whispered, very, very softly under her breath "writing books, John Aldous!"
"I have been consulting with Miss Boyce," said Wharton, with equal distance of manner, "as to the petition we are sending up to the Home Office." Aldous made no reply. "One word, Miss Boyce," Wharton quietly turned to her. "May I ask you to read the petition carefully, before you attempt to do anything with it?
The packer advanced to where he had screened himself behind a clump of bush. His first look at the other assured him that he was right in using caution. The moon had risen, and the light of it fell in the packer's face. It was a dead, stonelike gray. His cheeks seemed thinner than when Aldous had seen him a few hours before and there was despair in the droop of his shoulders.
One of Dick Boyce's first acts as owner of Mellor, when social rehabilitation had still looked probable to him, had been to send a contribution to the funds of the League aforesaid, so that Aldous had public and conspicuous grounds for his remark. "Need one measure everything by politics?" she asked him a little disdainfully. "Mayn't one even feed a Radical?"
Blackton was still staring at Aldous, with Peggy clutching his arm as if afraid of losing him. It was Peggy who answered MacDonald. "And it was a nice time of night for you to send a message asking us to bring Joanne down the trail!" she cried, her voice trembling. "We " began Aldous, when he saw a sudden warning movement on MacDonald's part, and stopped. "Let us take the ladies home," he said.
Betty's devotion, shyly as she had opened her proud heart to it, had begun to mean a good deal to her. There was balm in it for many a wounded feeling; and, besides, there was the constant, half eager, half painful interest of watching Betty's free and childish ways with Aldous Raeburn, and of speculating upon what would ultimately come out of them.
Aldous watched him with anxiety. "You know that fellow's history, Aldous?" "Richard Boyce? Not in detail. If you will tell me now all you know, it will be a help. Of course, I see that you and the neighbourhood mean to cut him, and for the sake of of Miss Boyce and her mother, I should be glad to find a way out."
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