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Prothero and Carnac were angry because they thought the denial of absolute equality was a denial of equal importance. That was not so. Every man mattered in his place. But politically, or economically, or intellectually that might be a lowly place.... At this point Carnac interrupted with a whooping and great violence, and a volley of obscure French colloquialisms.
Then the end came, instant and final; she bolted, barred and locked the door against Barode and he had made little effort to open it. So they had parted, and had never clasped hands or kissed again. To him she was a sin of which he never repented. He had watched the growth and development of Carnac with a sharp sympathy. He was not a good man; but in him were seeds of goodness.
"Yes, he is here." "Tie this man, and put him in beside him. Unbuckle the traces of the dead horse. So! Now, De Carnac, put your own into the harness. You can mount the box and drive, for we have not very far to go." The changes were rapidly made; Amos Green was thrust in beside De Catinat, and the carriage was soon toiling up the steep incline which it had come down so precipitately.
Mrs. Grier's face was not that of one who had good news. The long arms almost hurt when they embraced her. Yet Carnac was a subject of talk between them open, clear eyed talk. The woman did not know what to say, except to praise her boy, and the girl asked questions cheerfully, unimportantly as to sound, but with every nerve tingling.
She saw his eyes go misty with feeling. For him the world was suddenly shut out, and he only saw the woods of a late summer's afternoon, a lonely tent and a woman. A flush crept up his face. Then he made a spasmodic gesture of the hand, outward, which again Carnac recognized as familiar. It was the kind of thing he did himself.
It's because of him I've been here quiet all these weeks as Ma'm'selle Larue." "He is worse than you, mademoiselle, for he has known Carnac's family, and he has no excuse. If a man can't win his fight fairly, he oughtn't to be in public life." After a few dark moments, with a sudden burst of feeling, Luzanne said: "Well, Carnac won't be out of public life through me!"
"That was your girl, Denzil, wasn't it?" he asked. Denzil nodded. "The best the world ever had, m'sieu'," he replied, "the very best, but she went queer and drowned herself ah, but yes!" "She just went queer, eh!" Carnac said, looking Denzil straight in the eyes. "Was there insane blood in her family?" "She wasn't insane," answered Denzil firmly. "She'd been bad used terrible."
She had had no word with Carnac since his election only a letter to thank her for the marriage certificate and to say that after M. Barouche was buried he would come to her, if he might. He did say, however, in the letter that he owed her his election. "You've done a great, big thing for me, dearest friend, and I am your ever grateful Carnac" that was the way he had put it.
Junia took it, after hesitation, and read it till she came to the sentence about Carnac returning to the business. She looked up, startled. "What does that mean?" she asked, pointing to the elusive sentence. "He might want to come into the business some day, and I'll give him his chance. Nothing more than that." "Nothing more than that!" she said cynically.
"Yes and no," he answered with emotion. "You've quarrelled with Junia?" "No," he replied. "Why don't you marry her?" she urged. "We all would like it, even your father." "I can't." "Why?" She leant forward with a slight burning of the cheek. "Why, Carnac?" He had determined to keep his own secret, to hide the thing which had vexed his life, but a sudden feeling overcame his purpose.
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