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Lance watched her earnestly, mollified by a single furtive glance from her significant eyes; the rain dashed against the windows, and occasionally spattered and hissed in the hearth of the broad chimney, and Mr. David Fairley, somewhat assuaged by the internal administration of whiskey, grew more loquacious.
He supposed, however, that Luke had gone to reprove the other for a wasteful and wandering existence; for desertion of that Quaker religion to which his grandfather, the third Earl of Eglington, had turned in the second half of his life, never visiting his estates in Ireland, and residing here among his new friends to his last day. This listener John Fairley was his name kept his own counsel.
"Me heap sick," answered the squaw, shivering through her muddy shawl. "I'll make ye a heap sicker if ye don't vamose the ranch," continued Fairley, advancing. "Me wantee Wangee girl. Wangee girl give me heap grub," said the squaw, without moving. "You bet your life," groaned the old man to himself. Nevertheless an idea struck him. "Ye ain't brought no presents, hev ye?" he asked cautiously.
Lance watched her earnestly, mollified by a single furtive glance from her significant eyes; the rain dashed against the windows, and occasionally spattered and hissed in the hearth of the broad chimney, and Mr. David Fairley, somewhat assuaged by the internal administration of whiskey, grew more loquacious.
The disclosure of her strange relations with an unknown man, and the exchange of presents and confidences, seemed to suddenly awake Fairley to a vague, uneasy sense of some unfulfilled duties as a parent. The first effect of this on his weak nature was a peevish antagonism to the cause of it.
Crosby might have gone with less care than he did and yet passed unnoticed. In the upper room at "The Anchor" he found Fellowes, who sprang up at his entrance. "Gad! I had lost all hope," he exclaimed. "I have been searching the town for you. I thought Rosmore must have caught you." "He did. A miracle has happened. Where is Fairley?"
One was Elder Fairley, leading the way to a tall figure in a black robe covering another coloured robe, and wearing a large white turban. Not seeing the new-comers, the chairman was about to put the resolution; but a protesting hand from John Fairley stopped him, and in a strange silence the two new-comers mounted the platform. David rose and advanced to meet them.
It indicated that he was keeping not only abreast, but a step ahead of what was being told him. Hamilton smiled. "I still need a block held by Henry of the Deposit Savings and a block held by Fairley of the Metallic National. These gentlemen think they won't turn loose. To see that they do so is Tarring's work. It must be accomplished by tomorrow evening." Tarring said nothing.
But it did suit Lance, who found it warm, and also had suddenly found a certain satisfaction in opposing Flip. When he had put it on, and nodded coldly to the old man, and carelessly to Flip, he walked to the door. "If you're going to take the Monterey road, I can show you a short cut to it," said Flip, with a certain kind of shy civility. The paternal Fairley groaned.
"Come, Martin, we must hear the whole story," said Sir John, and then he whispered to Rosmore as they crossed the hall together: "He is certain to be right, Martin invariably hears news, good or bad, before anyone else." "May we all hear it?" asked Mrs. Dearmer. "Why, surely," Martin Fairley exclaimed.
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