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What a fool I had been what an idiot to have thrown away my chances as I had done! I had wished for "the roc's egg" to complete my happiness; and I had obtained it with a vengeance. My roc's egg had been the "open sesame" to Mrs Clyde's castle. I had sighed for it, striven for it, gained it at last; and, a fine mess I had made of it, all things considered! What must she think me?
I laid a handful on the table, and told Pedronez to buy the tobacco of the others in the morning, but I didn't suppose he would. It seemed a hard sort of joke played by luck on the little Windward Islander, Clyde's money lying there so long, twenty-four inches from the soles of his feet. I remember how Pedronez clutched his throat and shrieked after us into the night.
"He isn't here, and that'll have to do you." "On general principles it don't do to believe a lawyer. Where's Dunne?" "He isn't here, either." "I reckon we'll make sure of that." He took a step in the direction of Clyde's room. Wade stepped in front of him. "No, you don't, my friend," said he. "That room belongs to a lady. You keep out of it." The leader stopped.
In accordance with the usages of conventionality, it would be right for me to make an early call at Mrs Clyde's, in recognition of her late assembly; and, unless I should chance to meet Min out alone, I would have no chance of making my apology before then, while, even on that occasion, the presence of her mother might prevent my speaking to her as openly as I wished. What should I do?
"Of course not," said he, all his ill-humor having returned. "That fellow, the bishop, is in our camp and in Clyde's bed. Clyde foolishly gave him his bed because he said the cook-tent was too cramped for a man to stay in it all day." "Why need he stay?" asked Mrs. Archibald. "Has he taken cold? Is he sick?" "No indeed," said Raybold.
You may wonder, perhaps, at this buoyancy of temperament, that enabled me to get over so quickly the disappointment and dejection I was suffering from at Mrs Clyde's brusque rejection of my suit?
Benson, consulted with the stockman, pored her head close to Clyde's over seed-pans and melon borders, was keenly interested, judicial, reflective, pleading, coaxing by turns seemed, in fact, not to have a perplexity in her fair head. Her health was superb, she never had an ache nor failed of an appetite.
And yet, when I crossed the threshold of Miss Clyde's house, I was seized with a sudden vague impression of uneasiness. I felt a, to me, singular sensation of nervousness, shyness, "mauvais honte" just as if a cold key had been put down my back for which I was at a loss to account.
I had been so anxious to get there in good time and not miss a minute of Min's charming company, that, like our friend Paddy who ate his breakfast over night in order to save time in the morning, I overdid it, arriving there too early. I saw this at once from Mrs Clyde's face when I was announced, the unhappy premier of all the coming guests.
She had ever found that the best defence against such badinage lay in frankness. "But don't leave me alone with him, Kitty. It might end with his endowing me with his name and worldly goods. 'Mrs. Casey Dunne! Euphonious, don't you think? I wonder if I should like to hear myself announced in that way?" Kitty Wade glanced at her narrowly. Clyde's face expressed nothing but laughing amusement.
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