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Friedrich's errand in Alt-Lissa, eastward, while Keith went westward, was, To be within due arm's-length of the Moritz-Bevern, or beaten Kolin Army, which is coming up that way; intending to take post, and do its best, in those parts, with Zittau Magazine and the Lausitz to rear of it.
Oh, yes, I know you don't know what I'm talkin' about, an' perhaps it's jest as well you don't, Miss Dorothy. I hadn't oughter said it, anyhow. Well, I s'pose I've got to go write that letter to Keith now. Seein' as how you've come I can't put it off no longer. Goodness only knows, though, what I'm goin' to say," she sighed, as her visitor nodded back a wistful- eyed good-bye.
The jar stood on the floor in the pantry back of the parlour, and once in a while Keith found his way to it without maternal permission, although, as a rule, he was little given to lawbreaking. One morning three or four days before Christmas Lena was heard calling from the kitchen: "Keith, Keith, come and look!"
For a good long while Keith felt himself studied from top to toe, and under that searching scrutiny he blushed as usual. "I am willing to do anything that is required," he ventured to ease the suspense. "All right what did you say your name was? Keith I'll take you, and tell the other boy that I changed my mind. When can you begin?"
"I thank you, Miss Keith," said I. "I should like to come very much." "Annas, please," she said quietly, with that sweet smile of hers. It is only when she smiles that she reminds me of her brother. "And how are the Laird and Lady Monksburn?" said Flora. Annas smiled. "Our titles will seem odd to you," said she.
"It is an odd sort of compliment," said Colonel Ross, laughing. "What do you think of it Macleod?" "These are too great refinements for my comprehension," said he, modestly. "I think if a pretty woman is uncivil to you, it is easy for you to turn on your heel and go away." "I did not say uncivil don't you go misrepresenting a poor old woman, Sir Keith.
Margaret Keith, however, had no admiration for Sedgwick, whom she thought of as second-rate, and she was glad to believe that Millicent did not wish to dispute the woman's right to him. "Are you going home soon?" she asked. "Before long, I think. There is a round of visits I have promised to make and I may stay some time with the Fosters in Shropshire near Colonel Challoner's place.
"I am sorry you have so low an opinion," spoke up Keith from the doorway. "I am afraid I must hold the contrary as to the nobility of my chosen profession. It can be disgraced, I admit. That it has been disgraced, I agree. That it can be redeemed, I am going to prove." He bowed and left the office. Morrell went directly from Keith's office to Keith's house.
He sat looking at that piece of wood as if it were a dragon that had swallowed the whole Christmas in a single gulp. He wanted to cry, but for the first time he seemed to feel a pride that forbade him to do so.... "Master Keith Wellander," the father read out again with evident haste and in a voice which he tried to make very jolly, "When beaten in the open field, this will be my trusty shield."
That any had escaped, or yet lived, was altogether unlikely, unless, perchance, women had been in the party, in which case they would have been borne away prisoners. Confident that no hostiles would be left behind to observe his movements, Keith pressed steadily forward, leading his horse.
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