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The objects are, on the left, in the distance, Garden Island, that on the right of it Pulo Carnac; between the two is the only known entrance for shipping into Cockburn Sound, which lies between Garden Island and the main land; the anchorage being off the island. On the right is the mouth of the Swan River. On the left, a temporary mud work, overlooking a small bay where the troops disembarked.
"Nothing's gone wrong that hasn't been wrong for many a year," he said. "What's been wrong for many a year?" "The boys you brought into this world your sons!" he burst out. "Why isn't Carnac working with me? There must have been something damned bad in the bringing up of those boys. I've not, got the love of any of you, and I know it. Why should I be thrown over by every one?"
Tarboe got his effects by the impetuous rush of a personality; Carnac by something that haunted, that made him more popular absent than present. Carnac compelled thought. When he was away she wanted him; when he was near she liked to quarrel with him.
Perhaps, he would have his chance to make good. He got to his feet; he held out his hand. "I'll do it." "Ain't it worth any thanks?" "Not between us," declared Tarboe. "When are you going to do it?" "To-night now." He drew out some paper and sat down with a pen in his hand. "Now," John Grier repeated. On his way home, with Luzanne's disturbing letter in his pocket, Carnac met Junia.
He's a labour leader too, and we must be vigilant." Carnac nodded. He made no reply in words. They were nearing the little dock, and men were coming to the point where the launch would stop. "There's Grandois now!" said Fabian with a wry smile, for he had a real fear of results.
When Carnac saw Junia she was entering the dining-room with flowers and fruit, and he recalled the last time they met, when she had thrust the farewell bouquet of flowers into his hand. That was in the early autumn, and this was in late spring, and the light in her face was as glowing as then. A remembrance of the scene came to the minds of both, and the girl gave a little laugh.
On a day like this, when everything in life was singing, she must sing too. Not a mile away was a hut by the river where her father had brought his family for the summer's fishing; not a half-mile away was a tent which Carnac Grier's father had set up as he passed northward on his tour of inspection.
How did you come to know him? Answer that." She paused and Luzanne flushed. The first meeting! Why, that was the day Carnac had saved her life, had taken her home safe from danger, and had begun a friendship with behind it only a desire to help her. And how had she repaid the saviour of her life? By tricking him into a marriage, and then by threatening him if he did not take her to his home.
I gave one-third of it to Fabian, and he left us. I paid him in cash, and now he's fighting me." Carnac bristled up: "What else could he do? He might have lived on the interest of the money, and done nothing. You trained him for business, and he's gone on with the business you trained him for. There are other lumber firms. Why don't you quarrel with them?
Carnac would say to himself: "Why, that's what I'd have done that's what I'd have said, if I had his policy." More than once, in some inspired moment of the speech, he caught his mother's hand, and he did not notice that her hand trembled. But as for one of Barouche's chapter of policy Carnac almost sprang to his feet in protest when Barouche declared it.
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