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Along those two roads the lights burned most brightly, and thus there had emerged before Chayne's eyes a great golden cross. It grew clearer and clearer as he looked; he looked away and then back again, and now it leapt to view, he could not hide it from his sight, a great cross of light lying upon the dark bosom of the valley. "Do you see, Michel?" "Yes." The answer came back very steadily.
The ceiling of the room was visible and the shadow of the lamp upon it, and even the top part of the door in the far corner. "We will wait until he turns back into the room," Sylvia whispered; and for a little while they stood and watched. Then she felt Chayne's arm tighten about her and hold her still. "Do you see?" he cried, in a low, quick voice. "Sylvia, do you see?" "What?" "The door. Look!
"It was as dirty a voyage as ever I made," said Captain Maturin. "A ripping time, anyhow," said Jaffery. "Weren't you very seasick?" I asked. "Ho! ho! ho!" Jaffery roared derisively. "Mr. Chayne's pretty tough, sir," said the Captain with a grave smile. "He has missed his vocation. He's a good sailor lost." "Remember that night off Vigo?" "I don't ever want to see such another, Mr. Chayne.
There would be too many parties abroad amongst its ice séracs on these days of summer for any deed which needed solitude and secrecy. "When do you expect them back?" "In five days, monsieur; not before." And at this reply Chayne's fears were all renewed. For clearly the expedition was not to end with the passage of the Col du Géant.
He drew her toward him and she yielded. She stood close to him and very still, touching him, leaning to him like a frightened child. "Oh, I am afraid," she repeated; and her voice appealed piteously for sympathy and a little kindness. In Chayne's mind there was suddenly painted a picture of the ice-slope on the Aiguille d'Argentière.
Chayne's heart leaped with a passionate longing as he dreamed, and sank as he turned again to the blank windows of the empty house.
Hine's words drummed in Chayne's ears: "Nevertheless he left us all behind." Garratt Skinner: Gabriel Strood. Surely, surely! He replaced the volumes and took others down. In the first which he opened it was the autumn number of nineteen years ago there was again mention of the man; and the climb described was the ascent of Mont Blanc from the Brenva Glacier.
"And the bergschrund's just beneath." "Yes, you must not slip on the Col Dolent," said he, quietly. Sylvia was silent a little while. Then she said with a slight hesitation: "And you cross that pass to-day?" There was still more hesitation in Chayne's voice as he answered: "Well, no! You see, this is your first mountain. And you have only two guides." Sylvia looked at him seriously.
In my letter case I had the half-forgotten power of attorney that Jaffery had given me at Havre. I shewed it to the porter. "I want to get some things out of Mr. Chayne's flat." "Certainly, sir," said the porter. "I'll take you up." We ascended in the lift. The porter opened Jaffery's door. We entered the sitting-room.
"Three days ago." The gravity on Chayne's face changed into a deep distress. Lattery's party would have slept out one night certainly. They would have made a long march from Courmayeur and camped on the rocks at the foot of the pass. It was likely enough that they should have been caught upon that rock-wall by night upon the second day.
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