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Her blue eyes met Winton's with a sort of desperation. "About what Markey told me, sir. My old master wouldn't have liked it, sir." Touched on the raw by this reminder that before the world he had been nothing to the loved one, that before the world the squire, who had been nothing to her, had been everything, Winton said icily: "Indeed!
In the next it will probably be Richa'd Roe. You are fighting a losing battle, seh." Winton's smile showed his teeth. "That remains to be seen," he countered coolly. The Rajah waved a shapely hand toward the opposite embankment, where the tracklayers were idling in silent groups waiting for some one in authority to tell them what to do. "We can do that every day, Misteh Winton.
She made no sound, the muscles of her face no movement; only, those tears kept rolling down. And, behind his paper, Winton's eyes narrowed and retreated; his face hardened till the skin seemed tight drawn over the bones, and every inch of him quivered.
Your father gae you an awfu' paikin'; but fient a hair did you care. He wasna weel dune tannin' you when you was roarin' 'Hairy Grozers' that was a by-name o' the Gairner's in at Winton's shop door. You was a roid loon." Aleck took a richt herty lauch at Sandy's blethers, an' the twa o' them were juist thick an' three-faud afore they were half-an-'oor thegither.
Then, seeming to grow conscious of Winton's eyes fixed so intently on her, she became confused, swallowed hastily, and said: "Oh, isn't it lovely here like the country! I'm afraid I must go; it's my practice-time. It's so important for me not to miss any now, isn't it?" And she rose. Winton got up, too.
They left the cab and crossed the Row; passed the end of the Long Water, up among the trees. There, on two chairs covered by Winton's coat, they sat side by side. No dew was falling yet; the heavy leaves hung unstirring; the air was warm, sweet-smelling. Blotted against trees or on the grass were other couples darker than the darkness, very silent.
"Oh, even if he is a stepfather I love him just the same!" she exclaimed, wishing he was there that she might hug him. "You see, beginning at this end made my search quicker. It was hindered a little, though, because the county courthouse at Waytown, where the records of Jerry's birth and Craig Winton's death were filed, burned a few years ago with everything in it.
And, though no breath of gossip came to Winton's ears, no women visited at Mildenham. Save for the friendly casual acquaintanceships of churchyard, hunting-field, and local race-meetings, Gyp grew up knowing hardly any of her own sex.
He had acquired the right of way across the Utah's line for his blockading spur; had taken advantage of Winton's inalertness to construct the track; and was now prepared to hold the crossing with a live engine and such a show of force as might be needful.
She left the window and went to the cottage-piano she had there, out of Winton's way. But she only sat with arms folded, looking at the keys. The song that girl had sung at Fiorsen's concert song of the broken heart came back to her. No, no; she couldn't couldn't! It was to her lover she would cling. And tears ran down her cheeks.
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