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Now, just as he neared the legal dividing line between youth and years of discretion, Billy Gray had joined the third battalion of his regiment, full of pluck, hope and health, full of ambition to make a name for himself in a profession he loved as, except his father, he certainly loved nothing else, and utterly scoffing the idea that there might come into his life a being for the sake of whose smile he could almost lay down his sword, for he had yet to meet Amy Lawrence.
Lawrence and his new acquaintance seated themselves on the ground, and Manuela used her saddle as a chair. Towards the end of their meal the two men became more communicative, and when Pedro had lighted a cigarette, they began to talk of their immediate future. "You don't smoke?" remarked Pedro in passing. "No," replied Lawrence. "Not like the most of your countrymen," said the other.
"I said that I measured the new chimney, just for the fun of the thing, and found that it is exactly seventy-six feet, four inches high." "It's an abominable lie." "Lawrence!" said Alma, with an appealing glance. "Are you sure, Mr. Franklin? Have you not made some mistake?" "You are utterly mistaken, Mr. Franklin.
"'Oh, says he, 'I wish to the Lord I was as asy in my mind as Larry there. Maybe, says he, 'if I thried I could go asleep'; an' with that he pulled a big arm-chair close beside Lawrence, an' settled himself in it as well as he could. "But there was one quare thing I forgot to tell you.
"He was going towards the office and stopped at the door, with his back to the light?" "Yes; if he'd gone in I would have seen his face." "And the remark you made indicated that you thought him the watchman ?" "Suggested it," said Lawrence thoughtfully. "There might have been a doubt." "Exactly! The man saw you. The light shone out from the office behind him."
She checked herself suddenly, for the expression of pain which swept over her companion's face warned her that she had touched upon a tender subject. "I should have told you, to begin with, Miss Huntington, that Bertha has no mother she died at the time of Bertha's birth, and my poor little girl has had to grow up without a mother's love or care," Mr. Lawrence replied, with evident emotion.
Two hundred miles up the river, Trinity House, an association of over three hundred pilots, put aboard a pilot, and at noon next day Captain Jansen docked his vessel at Quebec. This old French city is located on a high promontory on the left bank of the St. Lawrence. Its citadel, one of the strongest fortresses in America, commands a varied and picturesque beauty.
It was so quiet, here in the rear of the palace, that one could almost hear the hum of the air swimming over the broad vine leaves. Lawrence, at first alert, then drowsy, reclined in the shade, and watched the girl. From time to time she threw him a soft word of Venetian. Then, gathering her roses, she shook them in his face and tripped up the stairs to the palace above.
For a moment she had the wildest of impulses to laugh aloud, then suddenly she turned on her face as she recalled the emotion that had swept her when she saw Philip looking at her over Lawrence's head. Sleep finally stopped her tears. The two men went to bed, and there was silence in the cabin. Lawrence was smiling, as he felt Philip's body there beside him in the darkness.
Lawrence the colonies to the south could be invaded. The "back door," as Canada was called, which was now open for such invasion, must be tightly shut. In fact it was believed that Sir Guy Carleton, the governor of Canada, was even now trying to get the Indians to sweep down the valley of the Hudson, to harry the New England frontier.
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