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She has her father's tawny hair and red-brown eyes, and her name, as I have already told you, is Esmay. "'To-morrow night I shall make my opportunity to reach the river edge unobserved. I shall then commit to the current the bottle containing this message, a precious freight, for it is my darling's life and happiness.
I thought they might bring a smile to my darling's lips, and for hours I had wandered about the open country searching amid the tender early blades for violets white or blue. I was coming back as, the sun began to set, feeling tired and low-spirited.
No, Almira hadn't seen, but she had caught almost every look that Willett gave her, and was thinking more of those and of what he said, and of his plea that she should be at Mrs. Darling's for luncheon next day, they wouldn't drive back to Braska until afternoon, and of the ball they meant to give at the railway hotel in town, to return the courtesies of their friends at the fort.
For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs. Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly.
The old man did not hear her he was too absorbed in his talk he only felt the pressure of his darling's little hand, and returned it, after his wont, with a gentle squeeze of his cassocked arm, while he continued the learned essay he was addressing to young, queer, erudite, simple Dan Loftus, on the descent of the Decie branch of the Desmonds.
It has done humming, and staggered and tumbled over, and expired in its usual tipsy manner, long ere Lady Warrington has finished her sermon. "Were you listening to me, my child?" she asks, laying her hand on her darling's head. "Yes, mother," says he, with the whipcord in his mouth, and proceeding to wind up his sportive engine.
He stooped and touched her little, brown, scorched, feverish hand with reverence. "My child, Africa has shown me much heroism, but none like yours. If you fall, he shall be safe, and France will know how to avenge its darling's loss." She turned and gave him one look, infinitely sweet, infinitely eloquent.
Nannie bemoaned her darling's taste, and the nursery-maid blushed for very shame. "Not but what it's quite clean, miss," Nannie said; "it's been thoroughly washed in carbolic." Meanwhile Sara was rocking herself backward and forward in a manner truly maternal and singing her version of "Jesus Tender" to her "lubbly blush."
Darling's dear invitations to him to come out he replied sadly but firmly: 'No, my own one, this is the place for me. In the bitterness of his remorse he swore that he would never leave the kennel until his children came back. Of course this was a pity; but whatever Mr. Darling did he had to do in excess; otherwise he soon gave up doing it.
It seems more than probable that the opinion arrived at by this poor soul's friends must be correct, and that Montagu Kingdon was a scoundrel. But how about Susan Meynell's after-life? the fourteen years in which she was lost sight of? May she not have married some one else than Mr. Kingdon? and may she not have left heirs who will arise in the future to dispute my darling's claim?
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