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The girl's eyes dropped, and she turned her face partly away to hide her emotion. "In Mr. Donaster I am not even interested," she confessed. "But in another, I am more than interested, for I love him with my whole heart. There, you now know the truth, and so you can say and do what you like. Goodnight."
I suppose you have explained to them your prospects?" "Yes, I have often talked the matter over with them and they are perfectly satisfied. The title and the social position appeal to them very strongly." "And in return?" There was a peculiar expression in Grimsby's eyes as he asked the question, which Donaster failed to notice.
There will be no running away after this, I can tell you that. The matter will be settled once and for all as soon as I see daddy." The decided tone of the girl's voice, and the look of determination in her eyes pleased the young man who was watching her. He liked what she said about Donaster, knowing that her censure was just.
You git Donaster, an' I'll take him out. But you'll have to come along, too, Gabe. I won't go without you. I might want help." After some hesitation, Grimsby decided to go. He did not fancy the jaunt, but he favoured the idea, and if Eben would not go without him, there was nothing else for him to do but to go along.
That idea kept repeating itself over and over again in his mind. What could he do to repay her? "Keep Donaster from getting her," came the answer. Yes, but what else? "Help her in her love for Hampton." But in what way? Grimsby broke his reverie. "Say, Eben, I was almost asleep. I didn't rest well last night." "What was the trouble, Gabe? Why couldn't ye sleep?" "Thoughts, boy, thoughts.
He wondered how much further he dare go. "Guess it'll he some wedding," he ventured. "I'll have to get a brand new suit." "What weddin'?" Eben asked. "Why, don't you know? Miss Randall's, of course. She's going to marry Lord Donaster, that swell dude of a chap." "She's not!"
I have proof, so you needn't try to deny it." Donaster had now risen to his feet. He was trembling violently, and his face was as white as death. "For God's sake!" he gasped, "how did you learn all this? Who are you, anyway?" "Never mind who I am," and Grimsby smiled with satisfaction. He was succeeding better than he had expected. "You know what I say is true." "Does anybody else know this?"
"Wet to the skin," Donaster angrily replied. "When are we to let up on this job? I'm sick of it." "Same here," his companion agreed. "Well, I guess ye'll have to make the best of it, me hearties. We'll reach the city early in the mornin', if the wind holds. Ye kin change yer clothes then." The men made no reply, but Donaster, leaving Bill to manage the sheet, scrambled over to Eben's side.
The one she loved was with her, and she knew that he loved her with all the strength of his true manly nature. Forgotten for a time were Donaster and her other persecutors. In this rough wilderness spot she felt secure from their grasp, and with John Hampton near she was ready and willing to defy the whole world.
Ye only asked me if I had a woman on board." "Oh, well, you understood all right, so you needn't make believe you didn't. You knew I was looking for Miss Randall." "But she's dead, isn't she?" "Dead! When did she die?" "Why, they was searchin' fer her body down river." Donaster laughed, and reaching out laid his hand upon Eben's arm. "Say, stop your fooling, will you? Miss Randall's not dead.
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