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With HAGAR she communed during the long hours, and sang herself on to the verge of an imagined desert beyond the mountain-shadowed lake and the last view of her beloved Motterone. Hagar's face of tears in the Brerawas known to her; and Hagar in her 'Addio' gave the living voice to that dumb one. Vittoria revelled in the delicious vocal misery.
"Henry Warner's well enough," answered Hagar. "I've watched him close and see no evil in him; but he isn't the one for you, nor are you the one for him. You are both too wild, too full of fun, and if yoked together will go to destruction, I know. You need somebody to hold you back, and so does he." Involuntarily Maggie thought of Rose, mentally resolving to be, if possible, more like her.
"The bullet wound I received on that occasion was in the back," he said. "The other man tried to play the assassin. Here is the scar. He posed as the avenger, the hero, and the gentleman. I was called the coward and the vagabond! He married the girl." He started to put on his waistcoat again. Hagar caught his arm and held it. The clasp was emotional and friendly.
Hagar, by which is meant the law or covenant of works. This is said to gender unto bondage, because it makes them bondmen who look to be saved and justified thereby. Whereas the gospel and new covenant is a dispensation of liberty and life. Mason.
The night was still, and the trees at the window gave forth a sound like the monotonous s-sh of rain. The chant continued for about a minute. While it lasted Mrs. Detlor sat motionless and her hands lay lightly on the shoulders of the young girl. Hagar dropped his foot on the floor at marching intervals by instinct he had caught at the meaning of the sounds. When the voice had finished, Mrs.
Hugo, getting thirsty after a long warble, drinks it, loses his wits, and after a good deal of clutching and stamping, falls flat and dies, while Hagar informs him what she has done in a song of exquisite power and melody.
"Call on de Lord, Hagar," she muttered frequently; "can't nuffin else help ye now!" Sometimes she fell to chanting her thoughts, the sound of her own voice was pleasant to her in the loneliness, and she piled cedar chips on the fire to see their cheerful blaze and enjoy their brisk crackle. "Might as well hab a candle," she said, after a time.
'Confound you, he growled; it was his parting benediction, 'I might have known your father's blood ruled you. I might have looked for cunning and intrigue from that confounded Expert's Daughter. It is true, Claire; I am the daughter of an Expert, a detective, brave and shrewd. Hagar says that I am like my father, and that I have inherited his talents.
He gazed for a full minute, then spoke to his horse and they went on at speed. A little longer and he was at the gates of home. His wife met him upon the doorstone. "I heard you at the gate " He put his arm around her. "What have you been doing all the long day?" "I worked," she answered, "and saw to the house, and read to Hagar at the quarter. She's going fast. How tired your voice sounds!
"Have you seen Hagar since?" he asked. "No," she told him, looking quickly at him, for she caught an odd note in his voice. "I just couldn't bear to think of going back there." "Well," he said, "Hagar's happy. I was over there this mornin'. Masten's there." He felt her hand grip his suddenly, and he smiled.
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