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Mostyn, maybe you don't know what Miss Dolly has " "Yes, I do, Barnett," Mostyn declared. "I know." "Now, go back to Annie and Robby, Tobe," Dolly advised. "Poor girl! She will be uneasy about you." "No, she won't bother," Barnett answered, firmly. "She'd be willing to have me go to jail to help you, Miss Dolly.
You have sold your birthright, and if you succeed in your investment it will be because there is no God in the universe. Mark my prediction, the marriage you are making cannot possibly result in happiness it cannot, because you'll never be able to wipe this other thing from your soul." Mostyn shrank into his chair.
He told himself that this last hint ended all. She and Mostyn were reconciled, and she wanted him to understand the situation. They were quite alone. No one was near enough to hear their voices. Suddenly an overpowering impulse possessed him. Why should he beat about the bush? All was lost, but she should at least receive the tribute of his love and despair.
Mostyn turned the matter over in his mind deliberately, and finally decided that he would comply with the request. It rang true, and there was comfort in the assurance that she was about to leave Atlanta, for her presence and instability of mood had long been a menace to his peace of mind. At the hour mentioned he found himself somewhat nervously nearing the cottage in question.
She had noticed the musician more closely than her father or Fred Mostyn, and when Ruth Bayard asked her if his personality was interesting, she was able to give a very clear description of the man. "I do not believe he is a professional singer; he is too young," she answered. "I should think he was about twenty-five years old, tall, slender, and alert.
"I never knew quite why he had to leave the Navy." "He opened fire on a French frigate off Tahiti which was boring holes in an opium smuggler." Mostyn laughed. "Of course; and how like Ted it was an instinct to side with the weakest." "Yes, coupled with the fact that the Frenchman's act was mere brutality, and had not sufficient motive or justification. So Ted pitched into him."
He paused, and stood leaning on the top of the desk, his glance averted. "Wright says you wish to see me," he began. "Yes, sit down; pull that chair up." Saunders complied, his eyes on the floor. "I suppose you've seen the morning paper?" Mostyn asked. "You mean the announcement of your " "Yes, of course." "I saw the head-lines. I didn't read it through." Silence crept between the two men.
"I don't know anything about it," Saunders returned. "I could not pacify her any other way, and so I promised to deliver her letter. She would have made a scene if I had not. She has heard some way that you are to marry Miss Mitchell, and it was on that line that her threats were made." "Marry? I have never said that I intended to marry any one," Mostyn snarled, a dull, hunted look in his eyes.
"Lady Folingsby, for instance." "Do you know, Mostyn, that even to-day, whenever she meets me, I can see one question in her eyes: 'Where is he? Always, always that. He found life and people so interesting that he couldn't help but be interesting himself.
"Oh, of course not," Delbridge laughed. "You were not at all curious to learn the particulars of the old chap's big deal oh no, you are not that sort! A hundred or two thousand to the credit of a fellow's fiancee doesn't amount to anything with a plunger like you." Mostyn laid a hesitating hand on the shoulder of the other. "Say, Delbridge," he faltered, "this sort of thing has gone far enough.
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