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Freddy poured out a small portion of brandy into a glass and made her swallow it. "The desert plays the dickens with the strongest nerves. Don't be so rash again, Meg." "I promise." Meg swallowed the brandy and Freddy lit her cigarette. With a tact she little dreamed of he contrived to divert her thoughts into a channel far removed from the eastern desert and personal matters.
Larry's fidelity to the Mangans was a matter that was undoubtedly something of a trial to his Aunt Freddy. She was too inflexibly conscientious to attempt to deny, even to Lady Isabel, still less to herself, that such fidelity was creditable, but she felt justified in considering it superfluous; when, as now, it took the form of inviting a party of unknown size, under the patronage of Mrs.
He was glad to get even at last for the money and the clothes he had lost, and to see the lad hanged with his own eyes. And here came Little Freddy, carrying his fiddle and his gun. Slowly he mounted the steps of the gallows, and when he got to the top he sat down, and asked if they could deny him a wish, and if he might have leave to do one thing?
An hour and a half later Granville entered, pale and sad: 'It's all over. In an instant the thread of that precious life was snapped, We were all in deep and silent grief." And now, for the sake of those who never knew Freddy Leveson, a word of personal description must be added.
That's what he told me last night," Meg said dreamily, almost unconsciously. She could hear again the sad voice of the Pharaoh, saying, "I was laid in my mother's tomb in this valley." Freddy looked quickly up at her; he had left her to descend to the workmen's level. "So Mike has told you about him, then? I thought he would!" Margaret blushed to the roots of her hair.
"I want you to come to the library to write a letter for me, Freddy," she said in a tremulous voice. "Can't you write it yourself?" said Garvington selfishly, as he was in a hurry to get to his club. "No, dear. I am so tired," sighed Agnes, passing her hand across her brow. "Then you should have kept on Silver as your secretary," grumbled Garvington.
Here the might of royalty had defied time. Meg and Mike saw nothing but the bridal figure; they had eyes for it alone, its pathos, its dignity. Freddy pointed to a coffin which lay near the queen. It was empty; one side of it had been smashed open. A brown and shrivelled mummy, a ghastly object, had fallen out. It lay quite close to the brilliant effigy. Surely this was the skeleton at the feast?
Every breath of desert air was like delicious food; every dawn and sunset stored her heart with dreams; each fresh intimacy with Michael placed a new jewel in the casket of her soul; every hour with Freddy was a privilege and a reward. In her veins the dance of youth tripped a lightsome measure. Happiness made every moment vital.
Freddy was only too glad that Michael had "cottoned on to Meg," as he expressed it in fact, he was extremely pleased, for Meg would drive "the other woman" out of his thoughts, and if anything should come of it well, Mike was one of the very best; Meg could not have a better husband. But so far no such thought had entered Mike's head, nor yet Margaret's.
It was delightful to be one of the privileged few, to be trusted and accepted as one of the school. She felt like a great explorer who had set foot in untravelled country. "If we stand here, without moving," she said; "quite, quite still, mayn't we stay for a little bit longer? I'm so full of wonder and amazement, Freddy.
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