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"I am quite at your service," he said with a bitter irony. "I suppose you have some very important communication to make, considering the way in which you " "Interfered? Yes, it is time that I interfered," Mabyn said, still quite calm and a trifle pale. "Mr. Roscorla, to be frank, I don't like you, and perhaps I am not quite fair to you.
"I rather like a young man to be impertinent," said Mabyn boldly. "Then there won't be any difficulty about fitting you with a husband," said Wenna with a light laugh. Here Mabyn once more went on ahead, picking her steps through the damp grass as she made her way down to the stream. Wenna was still in the highest of spirits. "Walking the plank yet, boatswain?" she called out.
A man had come out to the horses' heads. "You leave 'em alone," said the young gentleman: "I sha'n't get down." Mabyn came out, her bright young face full of pleasure. "How do you do, Mabyn?" he said coldly, and without offering to shake hands. "Won't you come in for a minute?" she said, rather surprised. "No, thank you. Don't you stay out in the cold: you've got nothing round your neck."
"Indeed you may!" he said warmly. "I am obliged to get to Spirit River Crossing at the earliest possible moment," she said simply. Through the wilderness with her! Garth had to wait a moment before he could trust himself to reply with becoming coolness. "Have you considered the kind of a journey it is?" he asked quietly. "That is the worst of it!" complained Mrs. Mabyn.
She had the impatient, inattentive manner of one possessed by a single idea. With the result of her examination she appeared but half satisfied; she held out a delicate, wrinkled hand, dubiously. "How do you do?" she said. "Please sit down." "I am Natalie Bland," further explained the girl, who had again retreated to the window embrasure. "Mrs. Mabyn and I are travelling together."
Finally bending over and seizing her shoulders, he thrust her away. But the blow he again aimed at Mabyn never descended; for with incredible swiftness Rina gained her feet, and darted down hill. "I kill her!" she shrilled. A sickening fear gripped Garth's heart, instantly obliterating all thought of Mabyn. He dashed after Rina, nerved to a desperate fleetness.
"There's a picture I've seen of the heir coming of age he's a horrid, self-sufficient young cad, but never mind and it seems to be a day of general jollification. Can't I give a present to somebody? Well, I'm going to give it to a young lady who never cares for anything but what she can give away again to somebody else; and it is well, it is Why don't you guess, Mabyn?"
He actually started toward the watercourse, walking with jerky, uneven steps. Natalie made no move to follow. "I will say what I have to say here," she spoke after him. Mabyn was voluble, scarcely coherent in his incontinent desire to take her away from the hut. Natalie waited, letting him talk himself out.
But even if there's two of them, what can they do? We've got cover, and they've got to show themselves; it's a funny thing if we can't pot them easy. We got a right to; they killed our man first." "Hadn't I better ride on with her to the Slavi Indians?" Mabyn suggested in a tone that he laboured to make sound off-hand. Grylls chuckled fatly. "What!
But, as it happened, Sir Percy and his wife had really made the acquaintance of both Wenna and Mabyn on their chance visit to Eglosilyan; and it was of these two girls they were speaking when Mr. Roscorla was announced in Mrs. Trelyon's drawing-room the following evening.
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