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I broke them!" he whispered. "If Boundary hadn't known me I should have been gone before you came and resigned to-morrow," he said, "but he must have discovered the boy's name. I wonder he hadn't tried before. I smashed them, didn't I, Stafford? It cost me thousands. I have committed almost every kind of crime I burgled the diamondsmiths', but you must give me your word you will never tell.
"But before I go over to work for you there's got to be an understandin'. I c'n shoot some," he continued, looking steadily at Stafford, "but I ain't runnin' around the country shootin' men without cause. I'm willin' to try an' find your rustler for you, but I ain't shootin' him unless he goes to crowdin' me mighty close." "I'm agreein' to that," returned Stafford.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, half under his breath, "I don't blame the young fool for being taken in." Her brows contracted sharply. "Thank you. I suppose that is a compliment." "It is meant for one. By the way, are you really sure of your success?" "Perfectly sure." "That's a good thing. We shall have the laugh over old Stafford and his grandmother's ideas if it comes off.
Thou hast been kind to me, Master Devereaux. And yet thou art mine enemy!" "Better an open enemy than a deceitful friend," quoth Edward sententiously. "Say no more, Francis Stafford. If I have been of service to thee, let it in some measure atone for my churlishness in killing that deer. But we must to our several abodes else we shall bring the displeasure of my lord chamberlain upon us.
When shall I see you?" "That depends," said Stafford. Eugene showed him the road to the Dower House, and he set out at a brisk walk. A Lover's Fate and a Friend's Counsel. It was about half-past three when Stafford left Territon Park; about the same hour Claudia sallied forth from the Dower House to take her constitutional.
She took a delight in torturing herself with pictures of her own humiliation, though she may have counted it to the good that she was capable of feeling humiliated at all. She finished her trunk, squeezed in the last article and locked down the lid. She looked at her wrist watch it was half-past nine. Stafford King had not asked to see her, and she had the evening free.
On both sides of this centre-way were concrete walks, with cross-walks from the curbs to the houses. There were six of these three on each side standing on a raised terrace and about two hundred feet apart. Beyond them, to the northward, Stafford Park was still a wilderness of second-growth hardwood, interspersed with a few cedars.
It would have been all right if Miss Cary had not well, made such a fool of herself, and incidentally of us all." Stafford gazed steadily at the man who smiled at him. He could not understand a character so absolutely without all moral foundations. "You are no doubt preparing to start for Madras?" he asked, controlling his voice with a strong effort. "Certainly.
She rose abruptly and turned her back so that he might not see the tears in her eyes tears of mortification and mental anguish. His face more congested than ever, his step uncertain, Stafford stumbled after her: "I couldn't, eh?" he sneered. "Perhaps you'd like to see me try." She turned around, almost hysterical. Pleadingly she cried: "Please don't speak to me like that, dear!
Stafford stood as if he were turned to stone, as if he were trying to persuade himself that he had misunderstood the meaning of Falconer's words. Marry Maude Falconer he! Was he dreaming, or was this man, who stood regarding him with cold, glittering eyes, mad!
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