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It meant that Sir Joseph's life still stood between the man who had compassed his death and the money which the man was resolved to have. Natalie and her aunt looked at each other across the bed on which Sir Joseph lay. He had fallen into a kind of doze; no enlightenment could come to them from him.
She was alone, and thinking, in a languishing reverie, of her friend, who had now been two days absent. On hearing a light knock at the door, she sprang up from her seat. "It is he!" she murmured, and with glowing cheeks she hastened to the door. But on finding there a strange and closely-enveloped form, Natalie timidly drew back.
According to the haphazard measurements of the breeds, Caribou Lake was twenty-five miles from Pierre Toma's. Their own boat was but crazily hung together. Natalie had christened it the Flat-iron from its shape. It was of extremely simple construction two planks laid V-shape, with a shorter plank to close the end, and boards nailed on for a bottom.
That such a high destiny awaited her, Natalie had already been told by a gipsy whom she met one day in the woods of her father's estate near Moscow a meeting of which the following story is told. At sight of the beautiful young girl the gipsy stooped in homage and kissed the hem of her dress. "Why do you do that?" asked Natalie, half in alarm and half in pleasure.
Good Josephine becomes attached to the shy, sweet little wanderer, who forgets, day by day, in the new life of Cinderella, her babyish glimpses of any other land. Natalie de Santos is safe. Pressing her silken couch, she rests in splendor. Her letters from Hardin are clear, yet not always satisfactory. Years of daily observance have taught her to read his character.
My embarrassment was so great that my discourteous question may be pardoned. "Our dress! Surely you have seen women rationally dressed before!" Miss Brande answered complacently, while the other girl watched my astonishment with evident amusement. This second girl, Edith Metford, was a frank, handsome young woman, but unlike the spirituelle beauty of Natalie Brande.
"How did you know we had been back to Consolation Cottage?" "Why, I went there," said Lewis. "It isn't three months since I went there." "Did you, Lew?" said Natalie, her face brightening. "Did you go just to look for us?" "Of course," said Lewis. "Now tell me." "No," said Natalie, with a shake of her head, "you first." In the innocence of that first hour Lewis told Natalie all.
By this time McAdams must have discovered some clue as to the whereabouts of Hobart. With him under arrest, and our story told, some of these fellows will confess, and it will all be over with." "But suppose they have already succeeded in their purpose?" "That can hardly be possible, Natalie. There hasn't been time yet. Certain legal forms must be complied with.
For just a little time, while Natalie danced that night, Clayton Spencer faced the tragedy of the man in his prime, still strong and lusty with life, with the deeper passions of the deepening years, who has outgrown and outloved the woman he married. A man's house must be built on love. Without love it can not stand.
"Natalie, darling, what were you talking with the Signor about? From the few words which I caught, of the human heart, etc., I did not know but the presence of a third person might be agreeably dispensed with;" and it was overtaxing the fringed lids of the mischievous Winnie's eyes, in adding to their duties the office of sentinel.
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