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If it's this side of the river we'll have to get a move on." "It will be the range land, I take it, if it's on this side," Sir Redmond remarked. Just then a man thundered through the lane and up to the very steps of the porch, and when he stopped the horse he was riding leaned forward and his legs shook with exhaustion. "The Pine Ridge Range is afire, Mr. Lansell," the man announced quietly.
Lansell never forgave Keith Cameron, and that was the ruin of her watch, which refused to run while she was in Montana. That night, when Beatrice was just snuggling down into the delicious coolness of her pillow, she heard someone rap softly, but none the less imperatively, on her door. She opened one eye stealthily, to see her mother's pudgy form outlined in the feeble moonlight.
Let him stay here, and take his chance in the hills." Keith was not a hard man to persuade into being merciful. "It's easy enough to say yes, Miss Lansell. I always was chicken-hearted when a fellow seemed down on his luck. You can stay here, Kelly I don't want you, anyway." He laughed boyishly and irresponsibly, for he felt that Kelly had done him a service that day.
Lansell, who was one of those women who adhere to the theory of First Impressions, in capitals, continued to regard him as an incipient outlaw, who would, in time and under favorable conditions, reveal his true character, and vindicate her keen insight into human nature. There was one thing which Mrs.
Every one laughs and thinks it's the title she wants; they'd think it of me, and they'd say it. They would say Beatrice Lansell took her half-million and bought her a lord. And, after a while, perhaps Sir Redmond himself would half-believe it and I couldn't bear that! And so I am unbearably flippant and I should think he'd hate me!"
Looey Sam is goin' to fry my fishes for dinner, to s'prise auntie. Come, Be'trice!" "Why don't you go with the child, Beatrice? You grow more selfish every day." Mrs. Lansell could not endure selfishness in others. "You know he will not give us any peace until you do." Dorman instantly proceeded to make good his grandmother's prophecy, and wept so that one could hear him a mile. "Oh, dear me!
With that threat, which she shrewdly guessed would go far toward bringing this wayward girl to time, Mrs. Lansell got up off the bed, which creaked its relief, and groped her way to her own room. The pillow of Beatrice received considerable thumping during the next hour a great deal more, in fact, than it needed. Two thoughts troubled her more than she liked.
Sir Redmond laughed, caught her hand, and they raced together down to the stables before her mother had fully grasped the situation. "Isn't Rex saddled, Dick?" Dick, his foot in the stirrup, stopped long enough to glance over his shoulder at her. "You ready so soon? Jim, saddle Rex for Miss Lansell." He swung up into the saddle. "Aren't you going to wait, Dick?" "Can't. Milord can bring you."
"There's a dear nook in old England where I hope " "You did get that mud off your leggings, I see," Beatrice remarked inconsequentially. "James must have worked half the time we've been here. They certainly were in a mess the last time I saw them." "Bother the leggings! But I take it that's a good sign, Miss Lansell your taking notice of such things." Beatrice returned to the landscape.
Lansell." "Well, there's nothing to be done sitting here." Dick climbed down over the dashboard into the mud and water. Sir Redmond was not the man to shirk duty because it happened to be disagreeable, as the regiment whose name was engraved upon his cane could testify. He glanced regretfully at his immaculate leggings and followed. "I fancy you ladies won't need any bodyguard," he said.
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