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She was taller than either of her companions tall and straight and lithe; a charming embodiment of health and strength and beauty: clear-skinned, brown-eyed a very goddess fresh from the bath, in Winton's instant summing up of her, and her crown of red-gold hair helped out the simile.
'You see, the Head drawled on, 'Winton's only fault is a certain costive and unaccommodating virtue. So this comes very happily. 'I've never noticed any sign of it, said King.
At Argentine, Winton's speed was a mile a minute over a track rougher than a corduroy wagon-road; yet the octopod held the rail and was neck and neck with the runaway.
To Winton's extreme delight, she took to riding as a duck to water, and knew no fear on horseback. She had the best governess he could get her, the daughter of an admiral, and, therefore, in distressed circumstances; and later on, a tutor for her music, who came twice a week all the way from London a sardonic man who cherished for her even more secret admiration than she for him.
One of these came trotting out, a pretty young creature, busy and unconcerned, raising its tan-and-white head, its mild reproachful deep-brown eyes, at Winton's, "Loo-in Trix!" What a darling! A burst of music from the covert, and the darling vanished among the briers. Gyp's new brown horse pricked its ears.
But she gave him his quittance in a whiplike retort. "And you will stand here talking about it when every moment is precious? Go!" she commanded; and he went. So now we are to conceive the maddest activity leaping into being in full view of the watchers at the windows of the private car. Winton's chilled and sodden army, welcoming any battle-cry of action, flew to the work with a will.
Now Winton's eyes were gray and steadfast, but his hair was of that shade of brown which takes the tint of dull copper in certain lights, and he had a temper which went with the red in his hair rather than with the gray in his eyes. Wherefore his attempt to placate his assailant was something less than diplomatic. "You drunken scoundrel!" he snapped.
Her lips had quivered; and Winton's heart softened, as it always did when he saw her moved. He put his hand out, covered one of hers, and said: "I shall never stand in the way of your happiness, Gyp. But it must BE happiness. Can it possibly be that? I don't think so. You know what they said of him out there?" "Yes." He had not thought she knew. And his heart sank. "That's pretty bad, you know.
Winton!" she said, with the real sympathy in the words made most obviously perfunctory by the tone. "What a world of possibilities there is masquerading behind that little word 'arrange. Tell me more about it, Mr. Jastrow. How will they 'arrange' it?" "Winton's rearrest? Nothing easier in a tough mining-camp like Carbonate, I should say." "Yes, but how?"
The door opened and King came in, Hartopp's little figure just behind him. The mound on the floor panted and heaved but did not rise, for Winton still squirmed vengefully. 'Only a little play, sir, said Perowne. ''Only hit my head against a form. This was quite true. 'Oh, said King. 'Dimovit obstantes propinquos. You, I presume, are the populus delaying Winton's return to Mullins, eh?
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