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Leslie's team and a smart sleigh, which Jernyngham had had sent out from Toronto, stood at the door, and after he had helped his wife and Muriel in, Colston took the reins. When they had jolted across the track, the snow was beaten smooth along the trail; the team was fresh after resting, and it was a brilliant night.
Jernyngham," Colston begged, touching his arm. "We'll have a crowd here in a few moments. Come back into the hotel." He was violently pushed away. Jernyngham's eyes glittered, his face was grimly set; it was obvious that his self-control had deserted him. Seeing that he could not be reasoned with, Colston left him alone and waited, ready to interfere if necessary.
"It's not to the point that I'm no better, but if any of you feel insulted, I'll be happy to make what I've said good." "Cut it out, Cyril! Can't have a circus here!" exclaimed the bar-tender. "You needn't be afraid. They look pretty tame," Jernyngham rejoined, and going on to the door, shook hands with Prescott. "Tell Colston he has my last word," he said.
Then amid the clangor of the bell the long cars rolled in and he saw a man standing on the platform of one. There was no doubt that he was an Englishman and Prescott hurried toward the car. "Mr. Henry Colston?" he asked. The man held out his hand. "I think Harry is sufficient. Come and speak to Florence; she has been looking forward to meeting you with interest." He turned.
Colston, but, when it was inevitable, she could gracefully bear defeat. Moreover, she had never agreed with Jernyngham's suspicions of Prescott, and in some respects he impressed her favorably. There was no reserve in her greeting when he reached the homestead.
Arnold's life of hard, honest work, and his constant habit of facing truth in its most uncompromising forms, had made dissimulation almost impossible to him; and added to that, situated as he was, there was no necessity for it. Colston knew of his love, and the Princess had guessed it long ago. Did Natasha know his open secret?
Furze, hoping, in the absence of her husband, to establish some further intimacy. Mr. Furze shook Mrs. Colston's hand with its lemon-coloured glove and departed. Catharine noticed that Mrs. Colston looked at the glove for the ironmonger had left a mark on it and that she wiped it with her pocket-handkerchief. "I wish to ask," said Mrs. Furze, in her mad anxiety to secure Mrs.
I have not the least doubt in my own mind, from what I have heard from the most respectable authority, but that the Gaoler, MERRYWEATHER, and the Parson Justice, Dr. CALEY ILLINGWORTH, were at that time equally criminal with the Gaoler BRIDLE, and the Parson Justice Dr. HUNGERFORD COLSTON, at the present time.
At the same moment another bell rang beyond the door, and then the door itself opened as the other had done. They passed through, and it closed instantly behind them, leaving them in total darkness. Colston caught Arnold by the arm, and drew him towards him, saying as he did so "What do you think of our system of passwords?" "Pretty hard to get through unless one knew them, I should think.
Soon after eight the next morning Colston came into the sitting-room where Arnold had slept on the sofa, and dreamt dreams of war and world-revolts and battles fought in mid-air between aërial navies built on the plan of his own model.
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