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Updated: June 17, 2025
The long and the short of it was that the cotton was found concealed in Jack Carew's rickety barn under a pile of fodder. Of those who joined Bradley Gaither in the search, not one believed that the cottor would be found on the Carew place; and some of them had even gone so far as to suggest to Mr.
"There's a parcel here for Papineau and a letter for Tom Carew's wife. If you see any one going by way of Roaring River tell him to stop there and let 'em know." "You can gif 'em to me, too," said Big Stefan. "I'm goin' dat vay. I got one of dem telegraft tings for Hugo Ennis." Sophy rushed out from behind the counter. "Let me see it!" she said. "No, ma'am," said Stefan, calmly.
Fortunately the pain bore no relation to the seriousness of the case, and Weldon left him to his pipe, cheered by the doctor's assurance that two or three weeks would bring him back into fighting trim. Carew's own disrespectful comments on the injured foot were still in his ears, as he entered the tent of the General. By degrees, the night grew dark and darker.
At that moment a knock sounded on the door, and in reply to Carew's "Come in," a hall-porter informed them that Miss Pym was waiting in the motor. "And we haven't decided what to do," said Diana, in dismay. He was thoughtful a moment, then told her he would endeavour to find Mr. Pym at his office and come to Hill Court later. So Diana went downstairs alone.
The artful widow had begun by dismissing all her help, giving as an excuse her speedy departure for Europe, and the colored girl she had brought up from New York saw no difference in the child running about the house in its little velvet suit from the one who, with bound-up face and a heavy shade over his eyes, came up in the cars with her in Mrs. Carew's lap.
The steadiness was still there, the expression of unflinching purpose, but behind it all was that new light now: the light she had never seen in Carew's eyes before. "You look very well," she told him, warming swiftly to their old friendship and forgetting her moments of trepidation. "You ... really ... you almost look as if you might have come into a kingdom!..."
"Go hang yourself, or jump off Gethin rock into the sea?" "I will get you the money that you speak of the two thousand pounds. You shall have it in your hand, and keep it for that matter, if you please." "What?" Unutterable astonishment stared out from the landlord's face. For the first time since the receipt of Carew's letter he began to discredit its contents.
Hawthorne could have told me my story, and how my friend was driven into the wilderness and lived among the Red Men. I think he was killed in an attempt to warn his countrymen of an Indian raid; I think his MS. poems have a bullet-hole through them, and blood on the leaves. They were in Carew's best manner, these poems.
And a moment later she was looking full and deep into Peter Carew's eyes. "You?..." she said. "You? ..." as if she could not believe her own eyes. He said nothing. Suddenly speech seemed to have gone from him, but an expression in his face that was new to her quickened her pulses with a strange glad quickening.
Carew's always rich voice so very mellow? I wished I knew; but I was successful, I think, in keeping that wish out of my face, and preserving my manner of the simply polite listener. "Mr. Ocumpaugh was on a hunting trip," she proceeded, after a slight glance my way.
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