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Lord Claud appeared known to mine host, who made them welcome to the best his house had at disposal; and promised all care for the horses, which, as Lord Claud explained, had to make the return journey upon the third day.
"Let me see how long is it since you ?" "Four years. She's very glad to have me, of course." "And how's your brother Claud?" "Oh! All right, thanks; a bit worried with the estate. The poor old gov'nor left it in rather a mess, you know." "Ah! Yes. Does he do other work?" "Oh! Always busy in the parish." "And your brother Richard?" "He's all right. Came home this year.
Tom sat perfectly still, gazing at him and uttering no word, but within his heart the fire seemed to glow and kindle; and when Lord Claud paused and searched his face with his keen glance, he saw no faltering there. "Then we are brothers once again, Tom! Brothers now and always!" "Now and always!" echoed Tom, in a voice almost the echo of Lord Claud's. "Now and always!"
Caligula's sister, his mistress as well, exiled by him and threatened with death, her eyes dazzled and her nerves unstrung by the impossibilities of that fabulous reign, it was not until Claud, her uncle, recalled her and Messalina disappeared, that the empress awoke.
Spragg began reproachfully; but Mrs. Heeny, heedless of their bickerings, was pursuing her own train of thought. "What Popple? Claud Walsingham Popple the portrait painter?" "Yes I suppose so. He said he'd like to paint me. Mabel Lipscomb introduced him. I don't care if I never see him again," the girl said, bathed in angry pink. "Do you know him, Mrs. Heeny?" Mrs. Spragg enquired.
On recovering from the deeply paralyzing effect of the horrid spectacle, her first thought was for Claud; and, with the distracting thought, her eye involuntarily sought for the murderer of his father, who had shrunk back from his position, but whom she soon detected hastily reloading his rifle, and then starting, with a quick step, along back the path in which he had just come, in search, as her alarmed heart suggested, of another victim for his infernal malice.
She wanted to be good to him, and said almost shyly: "Are you angry with me, Claud?" Harbinger looked up. "What makes you so cruel?" "I am not cruel." "You are. Where is your heart?" "Here!" said Barbara, touching her breast. "Ah!" muttered Harbinger; "I'm not joking." She said gently: "Is it as bad as that, my dear?" But the softness of her voice seemed to fan the smouldering fires in him.
"Can it be," half-soliloquized Claud, as he stood rivetting his wondering gaze on the beauteous figure, which, gracefully bowing with the lightly-dipping oar, was receding from his rapt view, and gradually melting away in the distance; "can it be that she is but a mere Indian girl, one of those wild, untutored children of the forest?"
Great clouds used to sweep low over the Plateau, blotting out everything but the nearest trees, and then sweep past, and Asiago would come into sudden view again, and the sun would shine forth once more upon the little clusters of white houses, some utterly wrecked, some mere shells, others as yet hardly touched by the destruction of war. The prosaic name of this O.P. was "Claud."
As soon as Claud became fully satisfied that his father's purpose was not to be shaken, he began earnestly to debate in mind the question whether he himself should not, as a filial duty, become a participant in the expedition, with the view of making his presence instrumental in averting the apprehended danger.
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