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"For the first time," put in Saxham quietly. "That may be or may not be," said the Superintendent. "You were often at her husband's place of business, you know, and may have seen her or not seen her." "As she used to be in Bough's shop, it is possible that a great many of the man's customers besides myself did see her," Saxham went on, eating his breakfast.
By the murmur of a spring, Or the least bough's rustelling; By a daisy whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man, he felt already, as Wordsworth after him, that Nature is no mere collection of phenomena, but infuses into her least approaches some sense of her mysterious whole.
She had never received any kindness from her; of late she had been malignant in her hate, but she wished she was not going. Instinctively she had felt that her presence was some slight protection. Keeping close in the shadow of this creature's frowzy skirts, she had not so feared and dreaded those light eyes of Bough's, and the padding, following footsteps had kept aloof.
What then? The lady? I began to think about the Golden Bough's lady. To think of Newman was to think of her. I was sure she had drawn him on board the ship. Had she, then, sent him packing ashore, while I slept? What was he a discarded lover? Was she the lass in the beggarman's yarn? Had he shipped so he might worship his beloved from the lowly foc'sle? Or was he seeking vengeance?
Didn't I drive her and the other woman over from Haargrond, with Bough's little beast pulling in a cart of my own? Call the other woman, and she will tell you it was as I say." Lady Hannah, supremely disdainful, turned her back upon the liar.... "So, then, you are not willing to go back in a veld waggon?" demanded the bullying voice.
"Are they not?" Smoots Beste's piggish eyes twinkled round the bar-room, looked up at the ceiling, down at the floor, anywhere but into Bough's. He spat, and said in a much more docile tone: "What do you want me to do?" Bough leaned over the counter, and said confidentially: "Just this, friend.
Bough's pale, flat, scintillating eyes were quite expressionless, but his thick lips parted, and his strong yellow teeth showed in his thick brake of beard.
"The man that had left her to Bough's guardianship was a sort of broken-down English officer by the name of Mildare " Her bosom heaved more stormily, but her intense and scorching regard of him never wavered. " Mildare. He left a hundred pounds with Bough, to be kept for her till she was twenty.
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