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And yet she had told him. She had belonged to another man; she might belong to him even now. She had come to find if he was alive or dead. And if alive? Aldous stopped again, and looked down into the dark pit through which the river was rushing a hundred feet below him. It tore in frothing maelstroms through a thousand rocks, filling the night with a low thunder.
Curly nodded, looking from Aldous to Stevens to see if he could detect anything that looked like a joke. "Hit's a go," he said. Aldous handed him a check for sixteen hundred and eighty dollars. "Make out the bill of sale to Stevens," he said. "I'm paying for them, but they're Stevens' horses.
Aldous struck in now and then, trying to soothe her by supporting her to a certain extent, and so divert the conversation. But Marcella was soon too excited to be managed; and she had her say; a very strong say often as far as language went: there could be no doubt of that.
She's looking this way and wondering with all her big heart if you ought not to be at home and in bed." The door of the Otto home was wide open, and silhouetted in the flood of light was the good-natured Scotchwoman. Aldous gave the whistling signal which she and her menfolk always recognized, and hurried on with Joanne.
Two days later, in the afternoon, Aldous Raeburn found himself at the door of Mellor. When he entered the drawing-room, Mrs. Boyce, who had heard his ring, was hurrying away. "Don't go," he said, detaining her with a certain peremptoriness. "I want all the light on this I can get.
For a moment he was stunned, and in that moment Aldous was at his throat. He would have sold the best of his life for the skinning-knife. But he had lost it in gripping Quade. And now he choked with every ounce of strength in him he choked at the thick red neck of his enemy. Quade's hands reached for his own throat. They found it.
I believe you fell over a cliff and were caught in an armful of wait-a-bit bushes. They're devilish those wait-a-bits!" They shook hands. "I'm ready to blow up with curiosity again," said Blackton. "But I'll play your game, Aldous." A few minutes later Joanne and Peggy Blackton joined them. He saw again the quick flush of pleasure in Joanne's lovely face when she entered the room.
In the few talks that he had had with Marcella since she left the hospital, she had allowed him to gather more or less clearly though with hardly a mention of Aldous Raeburn's name what had happened to her at Mellor. Anthony Craven thought out the story for himself, finding it a fit food for a caustic temper. Poor devil the lover!
Meanwhile Marcella had sped through the outer hall into the inner, where one solitary light, still burning, made a rather desolate dark-in-light through the broad, pillared space. A door opened at the farther side. "Aldous!" "You!" He came out, and she flew to him. He felt her trembling as she touched him. In ten words she told him something of what had happened.
By the time they reached the mouth of the canyon MacDonald was out of sight. A little creek that was a swollen torrent in spring time trickled out of the gorge. Its channel was choked with a chaotic confusion of sandstone rock and broken slate, and up through this Aldous carefully picked his way, followed closely by Joanne.
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