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"But if you acknowledge it," Broomhurst struck in, eagerly, "will you wreck both of our lives for the sake of vain regrets? Kathleen, you never will." He waited breathlessly for her answer. "I won't wreck both our lives by marrying again without love on my side," she replied, firmly. "I will take the risk," he said. "You have loved me; you will love me again.
"Aren't you coming, Drayton?" he asked, looking first at Drayton's wife and then swiftly putting in his name with a scarcely perceptible pause. "Too lazy? But you, Mrs. Drayton?" "Yes, I'm coming," she said. They left the tent together, and walked some few steps in silence. Broomhurst shot a quick glance at his companion's face. "Anything wrong?" he asked, presently.
The two men went out together, Broomhurst holding the lantern, for the moon had not yet risen. Mrs. Drayton followed them to the doorway, and, pushing the looped-up hanging farther aside, stepped out into the cool darkness. Her heart was beating quickly, and there was a great lump in her throat that frightened her as though she were choking.
"Perhaps it would make me forget that, to all intents and purposes, I am a murderess." Broomhurst met her wide, despairing eyes with an amazement which yielded to sudden pitying comprehension. "So that is it, my darling? You are worrying about that? You who were as loyal as " She stopped him with a frantic gesture. "Don't! don't!" she wailed. "If you only knew!
I never had a word from him that wasn't gentle and tender. I believe he loved the ground I walked on. Oh, it is awful to be loved like that when you " She drew in her breath with a sob. "I I it made me sick for him to come near me to touch me." She stopped a moment. Broomhurst gently laid his hand on her quivering one. "Poor little girl!" he murmured.
"Great heavens! what an Adam to select!" thought Broomhurst, involuntarily, as Mrs. Drayton rose rather suddenly from the table. "I'll come and help with that packing-case," John said, rising, in his turn, lumberingly from his place; "then we can have a smoke eh! Kathie don't mind, if we sit near the entrance."
"And then," she lowered her voice, "oh, I can't tell you all the time, at the back of my mind somewhere, there was a burning wish that he might die. I used to lie awake at night, and, do what I would to stifle it, that thought used to scorch me, I wished it so intensely. Do you believe that by willing one can bring such things to pass?" she asked, looking at Broomhurst with feverishly bright eyes.
I thought it wouldn't frighten you so much as Your Drayton is very ill. They are bringing him. He paused. She gazed at him a moment with parted lips; then she broke into a horrible, discordant laugh, and stood clinging to the back of a chair. Broomhurst started back. "Do you understand what I mean?" he whispered. "Kathleen, for God's sake don't he is dead."
There was an air of distinction about his clear-cut, clean-shaven face, possibly intensified by contrast with Drayton's blurred features; and it was, perhaps, also by contrast with the gray cuffs that showed beneath John's ill-cut drab suit that the linen Broomhurst wore seemed to her particularly spotless. Broomhurst's thoughts, for his part, were a good deal occupied with his hostess.
Nearer and nearer came the thunder of the approaching sound, mingled with startled exclamations and the noise of trampling feet from the direction of the kitchen tent. Slowly, mechanically almost, she dragged herself to the entrance, and stood clinging to the canvas there. By the time she had reached it Broomhurst had flung himself from the saddle, and had thrown the reins to one of the men. Mrs.
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