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That Barouche knew. He had the useful gift of reading the minds of people in their faces. From Carnac's face, from Carnac's mother's face, had come to him the real story. He knew that Alma Grier had sinned only once and with him.
Like most of her sex, she loved the thrill of warfare. There flashed the feeling, however, that it would be finer sport if Carnac and Tarboe were to be at war, instead of Carnac and Barouche. It was curious she never thought of Carnac but the other man came throbbing into sight the millionaire, for he was that now. In one way, this last move of Carnac's had the elements of a master-stroke.
But there's a screw loose somewhere.... It wasn't good enough for me. It didn't give me a chance in things that are of the mind, the spirit my particular gifts, whatever they are. They would have chafed against that life." "In other words, you're a genius, which your father isn't," the girl said almost sarcastically. A disturbed look came into Carnac's eyes.
"There's some look! Well, there it is, but it's something I don't know what." A moment later she was gone. As the door closed, he stretched his hands above his head. "Nom de Dieu, what a situation!" he remarked. To most people Carnac's candidature was a surprise; to some it was a bewilderment, and to one or two it was a shock.
Barouche was old, experienced, with hosts of enemies and many friends, but with injurious egotism. An interview was, therefore, arranged at Headquarters. On the morning of the day it took place, Carnac's anguished mother went with him to the little railway station of Charlemont. She had slept little the night before; her mind was in an eddy of emotions.
He could not tell the story of his overhearing, for why had not Barouche told the tale? With an oath he turned away and disappeared. As he went he could hear his friends cheering Carnac. "Carnac Grier lies, but he wins the game," he said. "Grier's in Carnac's in Carnac's got the seat!"
We're a family people, we Canucs, and we like to know where we're going. Tell me, m'sieu', where's your woman?" Having asked the question, he remained standing. "Where's your woman?" the habitant had asked. Carnac's breath came quick and sharp. There were many hundreds present, and a good number of them were foes. Barode Barouche was on the same platform.
"There's some look! Well, there it is, but it's something I don't know what." A moment later she was gone. As the door closed, he stretched his hands above his head. "Nom de Dieu, what a situation!" he remarked. To most people Carnac's candidature was a surprise; to some it was a bewilderment, and to one or two it was a shock.
He had even bought, not from Carnac, but from a dealer, two of Carnac's pictures and a statue of a riverman. Somehow the years had had their way with him. He had at long last realized that material things were not the great things of life, and that imagination, however productive, should be guided by uprightness of soul. One thing was sure, the boy had never been told who his father was.
Perhaps it was imperative instinct that brought Junia back in an hour coincident with Carnac's return perhaps. In any case, there it was. They had both returned, as it were, in the self-same hour, each having endured a phase of emotion not easy to put on paper. Denzil told her of Carnac's return, and she went to the house where Carnac's mother lived, and was depressed at what she saw and felt.
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