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Look!" and he pointed to Mary Connynge and the child. "There is your duty." Law followed his gaze, and his look was returned dumbly by the woman who had played so strange a part in the late passages of his life. Never a word with her had Law spoken regarding his plans or concerning what he had learned from Pembroke. As to this, Mary Connynge had been afraid to ask, nor dare ask even now.
The eyes of Mary Connynge took in both men with the same look, but her eyes, as did those of the Lady Catharine, became most concerned with the first speaker. "My brother and I are on our first journey to London," continued he, with a gay laugh which did not consort fully with the plight in which he showed. "We started by coach, as gentlemen; and now we come on foot, like laborers or thieves.
Mary Connynge, even after a month of starving foot travel and another month of anxiety at the Iroquois villages, had lost neither her rounded body, her brilliance of eye and color, nor her subtle magnetism of personality. It had taken stronger head than that of Raoul de Ligny to withstand even her slight request. How, then, as to Mary Connynge supplicating, entreating, craving of him protection?
Law looked at Pembroke, and they both regarded Mary Connynge and the babe. "At least," said Law, "they spare the woman and the child. So far very well. Sir Arthur, we are at the last hazard." "I have asked them to take me," said Pierre Noir, "for I am an old man and have no family. But they will not listen to me." Pembroke passed his hand wearily across his face.
"Yes, a tall one, with yellow hair, I warrant." "Why, so it was. I was but seeking floss of the right hue, and found it difficult." "And with blue eyes?" "True; or perhaps gray. I could not state which. I had naught in my box would serve to suit me for the eyes. But how know you this, Mary Connynge?" asked the Lady Catharine. "Because I was making some such knight for myself," replied the other.
He bowed and extended, as he spoke, a deep red rose. His eye, though still direct, was as much imploring as it was bold. Instinctively Mary Connynge and Lady Catharine had drawn together, retreating somewhat from this intrusion. They were now standing, like any school girls, looking timidly over their shoulders, as he advanced.
Dark, where her companion was fair, and with the glossy texture of her own somber locks showing in the individual roll which ran back into the absurd fontange of false hair and falser powder, Mary Connynge made good foil for her bosom friend; though honesty must admit that neither had yet much concern for foils, since both had their full meed of gallants.
Mary Connynge, false guest, false friend, false woman, deceived so perfectly that she left no indication of deceit. She herself knew, and blindly satisfied herself with the knowledge, that she alone now came close into the life of "Beau" Law, the convict; "Jessamy" Law, the student, the financier, the thinker; John Law, her lord and master.
He has by mere chance blundered upon our valley, and will delay over night. It seemed well you should be advised." Mary Connynge, gray and pale, haggard and horrified, dreading all things and knowing nothing, found no manner of reply. Without a word she turned and fled back into the cabin. Sir Arthur once more looked about him.
"'Tis true. We have been far in the West, and I could not escape. Good Providence has now brought my rescue and you, Monsieur! Oh! tell me that it has brought me safety, and also a friend that it has brought me you!" With every pulse a-tingle, every vein afire, what could the young gallant do? What but yield, but promise, but swear, but rage? "Hush!" said Mary Connynge, her own eyes gleaming.
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