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At the confluence of the Qu'Appelle and the Assiniboine Macdonell made a speech to a body of Saulteaux, and endeavoured to induce some of them to join his expedition to the Red River. The Hudson's Bay post of Brandon House, farther along the Assiniboine, was captured by Cuthbert Grant, with about twenty-five men under his command, and stripped of all its stores.
"For hours after he had left Sarah Brandon, Malgat had not recovered from the excitement; and he would have thought the whole a dream, but for the penetrating perfume which his clothes still retained where she had rested her beautiful head.
And even now, I cannot comprehend on what motive she acted, or what fancied advantage it could be to her, to be fettered to a man for whom she had not the smallest regard, and who had only two thousand pounds in the world. She could not foresee that Colonel Brandon would give me a living."
Brandon," she said hesitatingly, "I resented your trying to prevent Mr. Fuller coming here, but I now think it better that he should keep away. He's young and extravagant, and perhaps " "Yes," said Dick, who felt sympathetic, knowing what her admission must have cost. "I'm afraid he's also rather unsteady." Clare looked at him with some color in her face. "I must be frank.
Abingdon turned on his heel and walked away. He was thoroughly angry and made no attempt to hide it. His wife lingered a moment irresolute, then softly followed him. And as the door closed, Caryl looked very steadily into the girl's flushed face and spoke: "All I have to say is this. Maurice Brandon is no fit escort for any woman who values her reputation.
Everything's all right and going to be all right." "You know that every one thinks the world of you here. Don't take things too seriously." Brandon nodded his head. "You're quite right, Falk. It's very sensible of you to mention it, my boy. I usedn't to lose my temper as I do. I must keep control of myself better.
She would rather have died than have told any one, even Sybil Brandon, that it was no sickness she felt, but only a great and overwhelming disappointment for the man she loved. Her love was doubly hers her very own in that it was fast locked in her own heart, beyond the reach of any human being to know.
What I really want to know is, how intimate are you with Mrs. Brandon?" "Intimate?" "Yes. I mean could you speak to her? Tell her, in some way, to be more careful, that she's in danger. Women know how to do these things. I want to find somebody." He paused. Did he want to find somebody? Why this strange tenderness towards Mrs. Brandon of which he was quite suddenly conscious?
"With the Bishop? How nice! I wish I were. He's an old dear." "He wants to consult me about some of the Jubilee services," Brandon said in his public voice. "Won't Canon Ryle mind that?" "I don't care if he does. It's his own fault, for not managing things better." "I think the Bishop must be very lonely out there. He hardly ever comes into Polchester now.
I'll bet you haven't been far from salt water all summer." "You're right there," smiled Bob. "I was in the water so much that it's a wonder I didn't turn into a fish. The whole bunch of us had a wonderful time of it." "Good enough!" Brandon exclaimed, heartily. "Where's all the rest of your crowd this evening?" "They'll be around soon now. I'm expecting them any minute. There's Joe's whistle now!
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