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"You beg for what you have already taken. I repeat, I am at your mercy. An American subject, Captain Boyson, knows nothing of the law of England. I have recovered my American citizenship, and the law of my country has freed me from a degrading and disastrous marriage!" "While Roger remains bound?
Certain inner miseries and discomforts had been set vibrating by the name of Captain Boyson. "You won't want to see him or come across him?" she said abruptly. "Who? Alfred Boyson? I am not afraid of him in the least. He may say what he pleases or think what he pleases. It doesn't matter to me." "When did you see him last?" Daphne hesitated a moment.
"Oh! oh!" the lady protested, with an extravagant archness. "Mrs. Phillips, this is Mr. Barnes. We were just talking of him, weren't we?" An elderly lady, quietly dressed in gray silk, turned, bowed, and looked curiously at the Englishman. "I hear you and Miss Boyson discovered some common friends last night." "We did, indeed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see what you have to do with them." Daphne's hand fidgeted with her dress, her eyes still cast down. "Couldn't we talk without bitterness? Just for ten minutes? It was from Captain Boyson that I heard " "Oh, Boyson, was that it? And he got his information from French poor old Herbert. Well, it's quite true. I'm no longer fit for your or his or anybody's society."
It was as though the sudden presence of Captain Boyson under the same roof had raised up a shadowy adversary and accuser, with whom she must go on thus arguing, and hotly defending herself, in a growing excitement. Not that she would ever stoop to argue with Alfred Boyson face to face.
My God!" his voice dropped, became almost inaudible "if I'd only carried Beatty off then! then and there the frontier wasn't far off without waiting for anything more. But I wouldn't believe that Daphne could persist in such a monstrous thing, and, if she did, that any decent country would aid and abet her." Boyson made a movement of protest, as though he could not listen any longer in silence.
A white darkness, as though of impenetrable yet glimmering cloud, above and around them; a white abyss beneath them; and issuing from it the thunderous voice of wild waters, dim first and distant, but growing steadily in volume and terror. "There are the lights of the bridge!" cried Boyson, "and the towers of the aluminum works. But not a vestige of the Falls! Gone! Wiped out!
"I am not his wife!" she insisted faintly. "I released myself by American law. He is nothing to me." As she spoke she leant back against the seat and closed her eyes. Boyson saw clearly that excitement and anger had struck down her nervous power, that she might faint or go into hysterics. Yet a man of remarkable courtesy and pitifulness towards women was not thereby moved from his purpose.
In front, the arch of the vast suspension bridge, pricked in light, crossed the gulf, from nothingness to nothingness, like that sky bridge on which the gods marched to Walhalla. Otherwise, no shape, no landmark; earth and heaven had disappeared. "Here we are at the hotel," said Boyson. "There, my dear," he pointed ironically "is the American Fall, and there is the Canadian!
"I really cannot congratulate you on your management of these affairs," he said severely to Captain Boyson, as they stood at last, breathless and hustled, on the first-floor landing. "It is most improper, I may say dangerous, to admit such a number at once. And, as for seeing the house, it is simply impossible. I shall make my way down as soon as possible, and go for a walk."
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