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I'm delighted!" he said with a warmth that brought a slight colour into Berkley's face. "That's nice of you, Stephen. It solves the immediate problem of how to go there." "Go where?" "Why where all our bright young men are going, old fellow," said Berkley, laughing. "I can go with a regiment or I can go alone. But I really must be starting." "You mean to enlist?"
The Colonel shook his head. "Nothing more. Take that box to my study." Later, seated at his study table before the open box, he heard Larraway knock; and he quietly laid away the miniature of Berkley's mother which had been lying in his steady palm for hours. "Well?" "Pardon. Mr. Berkley's key, with Mr. Berkley's compliments, sir." And he laid it upon the table by the box. "Thank you.
Somebody seized her arm and dragged her across the leaves; and she struggled to her knees, to her feet, turned, and started to run. "This way," said Berkley's voice in her ear; and his hand closed on hers. "Phil help me I don't know where I am!" "I do. Run this way, under the crest of the hill. . . . Dr. Connor told me that you had climbed up here. This isn't your place! Are you stark mad?"
Berkley stared out of the window at a confused and indistinct mass of waggons and tents and moving men, but the light was still too dim to distinguish uniforms; and presently Celia leaned forward and drew the curtains. Then she turned and took Berkley's hands in hers. "Phil, dear," she said softly, "I suspect how it is with you and Ailsa. Am I indiscreet to speak befo' you give me any warrant?"
Don't interrupt me. . . . I say that Hallam sent his written evidence to Miss Dix; and Ailsa Paige learned of it, and learned also what the evidence was. . . . And it was a terrible thing for her to learn, Phil a damnable thing for a woman to learn." He tightened his grasp on Berkley's shoulder, and his voice was not very steady.
One day, please God, you and Philip will live there." . . . He closed his eyes, groping for both their hands, and retaining them, lay silent as though asleep. Berkley's palm burned against hers; she never stirred, never moved a muscle, sitting there as though turned to stone.
Berkley's expression was undecipherable as he saluted, shot a glance at Ailsa, turned sharply, and departed. "Colonel Arran," she said miserably, "it was all my fault. I am too ashamed to look at you." "Let me do what worrying is necessary," he said quietly. "I am not unaccustomed to it. . . . I suppose he ran the guard." She did not answer.
'He says he will tell me the reason once he finds himself in his own bed at Aunt Berkley's. I wonder who this boat belongs to. "'Polly said it belonged to Martha's father, I replied; 'she told me so just before they left me to go home. "'Polly, I hope, has quite made up her mind not to run away, said Vea.
I don't count myself." "I count it bitterly." "You need not. . . . It was only my mother " "I know, my boy. The blade of justice is double-edged. No mortal can wield it safely; only He who forged it. . . . I have never ceased to love your mother." Berkley's face became ashen. Colonel Arran said: "Is there punishment more terrible than that for any man?" Presently Berkley drew his chair closer.
All day long they manoeuvred and double-quicked; all day and all night herds of surprised farm horses destined for cavalry, light artillery, and glory, clattered toward the docks; files of brand-new army waggons, gun-carriages, smelling of fresh paint, caissons, forges, ambulances bound South checked the city traffic and added to the city's tumult as they jolted in hundreds and hundreds toward the wharves materially contributing to Berkley's entertainment.
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