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Remember that it is necessary that one of you should fall, and that if you fail; he will not. Take your time aim and fire at him as you would at a rabbit." After this last piece of advice, he went away; ten minutes after he had left, Gerfaut saw him riding out of the courtyard as fast as Beverley's four legs would carry him.
She laid on the floor at Beverley's feet a cloud of silver gauze, supple as chiffon. It was the new dress and Madame must step into it to avoid ruffling her hair. Beverley obeyed, and when her arms had slid into the odd little jewelled sleeves, she let Léontine draw her gently in front of a mirror. "Madame is like a marvellous statue of ivory and silver," the maid exclaimed.
To Beverley's sad heart it seemed that he had never been so handsome or so hard. "Good morning," he said, as he might have spoken to any friend. "I heard you stirring about, so I thought I might knock. Are you going out early?" as his eyes wandered over her dress. "You mean because I'm dressed? No, I didn't think of it. I couldn't sleep.
Clo remembered Beverley's instructions, and went straight to her own room, but the threat of the ferret-man rang in her ears. "Tell your lady friend a life will pay for this. She's got till ten o'clock to-night, and not a minute more." It was now after five, and Sister Lake was firmly bent upon undressing her charge. Clo had to let herself be tucked into bed.
He drank slowly, his eyes still upon Sir Beverley's face. When he set the glass down again he was openly laughing. "Besides, you horsewhipped me for something or other, do you remember? It hurts to be horsewhipped at nineteen." Sir Beverley growled at him inarticulately. "Yes, I know," said Piers, "But it doesn't affect me so much now. I'm past the sensitive age."
In removing Beverley's clothes Long-Hair found Alice's locket hanging over the young man's heart. He tore it rudely off and grunted, glaring viciously, first at it, then at Beverley. He seemed to be mightily wrought upon. "White man damn thief," he growled deep in his throat; "stole from little girl!" He put the locket in his pouch and resumed his stupidly indifferent expression.
But Oncle Jazon was fond of Alice, and Beverley's story affected him peculiarly on her account. "They's one question I'm a goin' to put to ye, young man," he said, after he had heard everything and they had talked it all over, "an' I want ye to answer it straight as a bullet f'om yer gun." "Of course, Jazon, go ahead," said Beverley. "I shall be glad to answer."
His rapid French phrases leaped forth as if shot from a pistol, and his shrill voice, familiar to every ear in Vincennes, drew the creole militiamen to him, and soon Beverley's company had doubled its numbers, while at the same time its enthusiasm and ability to make a noise had increased in a far greater proportion.
Do you think I wish to be any restraint upon Miss Beverley's time in a morning, while I have the happiness of waiting upon her every afternoon?" Cecilia was thunderstruck by this speech, which not only expressed an open avowal of his pretensions, but a confident security of his success.
He was in the early prime of a vigorous life, not handsome, but strikingly attractive by reason of a certain glow in his face and a kindly flash in his deep-set eyes. "Well, well, my boy!" he exclaimed, laying his left hand on Beverley's shoulder, while in the other he held a long, heavy rifle. "I'm glad to see ye, glad to see ye." "Thought we was Injuns, eh?" said Oncle Jazon.
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