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"You are the owner of this castle," she went on, as she gave firm rubs at the velvet pink cheeks. "That must be nice. You can do what you like, I suppose," and here a sigh of regret escaped and made her voice lower. "I wish I could," Mr. Arranstoun answered feelingly. "Well, if I were a man, I would!" "What would you do?"
Arranstoun time to think, and an idea gradually began to unfold itself in his brain and unconsciously he took out, and then replaced in his breast pocket, a mauve, closely-written letter, while a frown of deep cogitation crept over his face.
He had really a deep affection for him; he had known him ever since he was an absolutely fearless, dare-devil little boy, the joy and pride of his father, Henry's old friend, and in spite of the full ten years' difference in their ages, they had ever been closest allies until their break at Arranstoun, and then Michael's five years abroad had made a gap, bridged over now since his return.
I will not follow you or ever seek to bring you back. It is useless to ask you if you meant that you forgave me because your going proves that you really have not so make what you please of your life as I shall make what I please of mine. Michael Arranstoun. When she put the paper back again, glittering tears gathered and rolled in shining drops down her cheeks.
There was no other way but flight. She had to reconstruct her soul alone." "You do not ask me what became of the owner of Arranstoun or what he did with his life." "I know he went to China but the matter does not interest me. There he probably continued to live and to kill other things to seize what he wanted and get some physical joy out of existence as usual."
He had left Arranstoun for the best motive, and so had not seen Sabine and thus saved himself from future pain; he had taken Michael to Héronac out of kindly friendship, and this had robbed him of his happiness. But, awful as the discovery was now, it was not half so terrible as it would have been if the truth had only come to him later, when Sabine had become his wife.
They had cordially grasped each other's hands, their estrangement forgotten when face to face; and the only mention there had been of the circumstances which had caused their parting were in a few sentences. "By Jove, Henry, it is five whole years since you thundered morals at me and shook the dust of Arranstoun from your feet!"
Moravia had an aunt, who simply went to Sioux Falls and got one at once and married someone else, so it's not the least trouble. Oh, I am glad you have thought of this plan. It is clever of you!" Mr. Arranstoun felt that he was becoming rather too interested in his fiancée and time was passing. Her family might discover where she was or Henry might return; he must clinch matters finally.
"And what do you suppose your friend learned in those five years of men after she had ceased to exist as the owner of Arranstoun knew her?" Sabine laughed, but there was no mirth in the sound. "Of men!
She sat down gravely, and put her hands to her head as one thinking hard. Then she began rapidly to write while Mr. Arranstoun watched her from the hearth-rug, to where he had retired. She evidently wrote out the statistics required first, and then began her letter. And at last she turned a rogue's face with a perplexed frown on it, while she bit her pen. "How do you spell indigenous, please?"
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