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Fortescue waved Kettle away and marched into the hall, where she met Colonel Fortescue coming out of his office. "It's Broussard," she whispered to the Colonel. Together they entered the long drawing-room. Broussard and Anita were leaning forward; Anita's face was still deeply flushed. Her beloved white dove fluttered, unnoticed, about her white-shod feet.
A vivid blush came into Anita's face; however silent she might be about Broussard, her eyes and lips were always eloquent when anything suggested him. Mrs. Lawrence made no comment on the letter and presently Anita went away. The Colonel and Mrs.
I recall murmuring, "Not falling free, Anita. Some hull plates are set." My dials showed another plate shifting, checking us a little further. Good old Snap! I calculated the next best plate to shift. I tried it. Slid it over. Then everything faded but the feeling of Anita's arms around me. "Gregg, dear one " The end of everything for us.... There was an up-rush of gray-black rock.
One day of rest was taken at Rapid Creek; then the twain pushed on, and when night again overtook them, they rode into the bustling, noisy, homely metropolis Deadwood, magic city of the North-west. Harry Redburn hurried off toward the cabin, which was some steps away. In Anita's scream there were both terror and affright.
Anita's forgiveness shone in her eyes and smiled upon her scarlet mouth when Broussard laid his lips on hers. Suddenly, a wild shriek resounded. The After-Clap, who had been in hiding behind Anita, and was unseen by Broussard, and forgotten by Anita, emerged and set up a violent protest. Being now a sturdy three-year-old, he was well able to express himself.
Creeping or would he make a swift, unexpected rush? The feeling that he was upon us abruptly swept me. I jumped to my feet, against Anita's effort to hold me. Where was he now? Was my imagination playing me tricks?... I sank back. "That ship should be here in a few hours." I told her what Grantline's signal had suggested; the ship was hovering overhead.
Ever in Anita's heart smouldered the joy of the words Broussard had spoken to her under thousands of eyes on that memorable night of the music ride, and the sharp pain that came from Broussard's saying no more. In a few minutes the jacket was done, and Anita rose. It required all her generosity as well as justice to say to Mrs. Lawrence: "If I can do anything for you, please let me know."
From the naming of Anita's baby to the rivalry between John and Theodore for the favor of Frances Vaux, all the latest social news of the countryside was discussed. Miss Jean had attended the dance at Shepherd's during the fall, and had heard it whispered that Oxenford and Esther were anything but happy.
The steward's shout might not have been heard. Then realization flashed to me. That steward would be revived. He was one of Miko's men. He would be revived and tell what he had seen and heard. Anita's disguise would be revealed. A cold-blooded killing, I do protest, went against me. But it was necessary. I flung myself upon him. I beat his skull with the metal of my cylinder. I stood up.
Thought of the Grantline Moon Expedition stabbed at me. George Prince Anita's brother he whom I had been warned to watch. This renegade associate of dubious Martians, plotting God knows what. I saw, upon the adjoining door, A20, George Prince. I listened. In the humming stillness of the ship's interior there was no sound from these cabins. A20 was without windows, I knew.
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