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You probably only noticed it today." But she and Aunt Ailsa shut up the H.G. Wells book and came to look. They did think, when they saw it, that it was something new. Aunt Ailsa thought it looked very exciting and mysterious, but she agreed with Mother that it was no sort of place to go to in a boat.
Kenric, who had sent Ailsa away, telling her that it was no sight for a girl, stood beside Sir Oscar and Allan Redmain, and he told how Ailsa had brought Alpin's armour. "Then am I much relieved," said Sir Oscar. "Nevertheless there is no man I know, unless it be Sir Piers de Currie, who can handle a sword as your brother can; and methinks Earl Roderic will not easily bear up against him.
As far as the folks on Snake River knew this was the little priest's nearest approach to vice. "Alec gone out? You never told us?" Ailsa Mowbray's eyes searched the sharp profile of the man, whose face was deliberately averted. "Tell me," she demanded. "You've had news. Bad? Is it bad? Tell me! Tell me quickly!" The man fumbled in an inner pocket and produced a folded paper.
For answer Father José nodded. He had no word to offer to dispel the woman's unease, so he hurried away without further spoken word between them. Ailsa Mowbray turned toward the path through the woods at the foot of the hill. As she made her way up towards the Fort her thoughts were painfully busy.
It shone in the burning depths of his eyes. It rang in the vibrant tones of his voice. For a moment the mother glanced about her rather helplessly. Then she gathered her faculties with an effort. "Have have you asked her?" "No, ma'am." Ailsa Mowbray further added a helpless gesture with her hands. It seemed to be the cue the man was awaiting. "No, ma'am," he reiterated.
"Hold your tongue, Ailsa. I will not be interfered with! It's time that somebody spoke out plainly and let this establishment know what the public has a right to expect of it. What do I pay my rates and taxes for and devilish high ones they are, too, b'gad if it's not to maintain law and order and the proper protection of property?
She concealed nothing from herself, while her smile and happy laughter banished every sign of all it really meant. So the day wore on till the last of the evening light found everything ready for the morning's departure. All stores were bestowed under their lashed coverings, and the canoes lay deep in the water. Then came the evening festival planned by Ailsa in her hospitable home.
She hesitated an instant; then she opened the door. And Berkley, seated as he had been seated that Christmas Eve, all alone by the burning candle, dropped his hands from his face and looked up. Then he rose and stood gazing at her. She said, haughtily: "I suppose I am laying myself open to misconstruction and insult again by coming here to speak to you." "Did you come to speak to me, Ailsa?"
"I've daughters older than you, ma'am," he said, in part explanation of his friendliness. "One's got a new baby. He's a devil!" "W-what?" asked Ailsa. "The right kind of devil, ma'am. I've been to see him! He wanted my sword; he tried to chew off my shoulder straps; he almost impaled himself on my spurs. By heaven, ma'am, that's a boy for you!" Ailsa smiled.
Ailsa felt the influence he wielded. She read the strength of the man's emotion. She knew that for once she was being permitted a sight of the man behind his mask of smiling serenity. Nor were these things without effect. Furthermore, her own sense warned her that in the best interests of their affairs, of the girl, herself, Murray McTavish was certainly the husband for Jessie.
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