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Updated: June 27, 2025
"I'm listening; and do you know I'm persuading myself to believe you?" "It's because you feel the truth before I speak it. Truth speaks for itself, you know." "I have closed my eyes you see? I have stepped into a masquerade. Now you can talk." "Masquerades are exciting," murmured Donnegan. "And they are sometimes beautiful." "But this sober truth of mine " "Well?"
"No, no! I have more to say: I have a thousand things!" "I shall not hear them" "Henry, there is a black devil in your face. Beware of it." "Who put it there?" "It was not I." "What power then?" "Something over which I have no control." "Are you trying to mystify me?" "Listen!" And as Donnegan raised his hand, the singing poured clear and small into the room. "That is the power," said Donnegan.
His careless saunter was exchanged for a brisk walk; and Donnegan, without making himself conspicuous, was hard pressed to follow that pace.
"Then Nick got Landis back before Donnegan returned?" "No." Like any other girl, Nelly Lebrun hated a puzzle above all things in the world, at least a puzzle which affected her new friends. "Lester, what's happened?" she demanded. At this Lester, who had been brooding upon the floor, raised his eyes and then switched one leg over the other.
"You remember what I told you of Landis and the girl on the hill?" "She seems to stick in your thoughts, Mr. Donnegan." "Yes, she's a lovely child." And by his frankness he very cunningly disarmed her. Even if he had hesitated an instant she would have been on the track of the truth, but he had foreseen the question and his reply came back instantly.
"What could be better?" she said when they checked their horses on a hilltop to look over a gradual falling of the ground below. "What could be better?" The wind flattened a loose curl of hair against her cheek, and overhead the wild geese were flying and crying, small and far away. "One thing better," said Donnegan, "and that is to sit in a chair and see this."
"That bird is the chief over again. Don't plug him!" And that was why Donnegan lived. If he had taken the eye of the hardened Rix and the still harder Pedlar, he had stunned the men of The Corner. And breathlessly they waited for his proposal to Jack Landis. He spoke with his hands behind his head again, after he had slowly taken out a handkerchief and wiped his chin.
Let no one think that she was already preparing to cast Lord Nick away and turn to the new star in the sky of the mountain desert. By no means. No doubt her own heart was not quite clear to Nelly. Indeed, she put on her most lovely gown with a desire for revenge. If Lord Nick had been humbled by this singular Donnegan, would it not be a perfect revenge to bring Donnegan himself to her feet?
We don't hanker none for trouble with you. Any way it comes, a fight with you means somebody dead besides you. We'd get you. Four to one is too much for any man. But one or two of us might go down. Who would it be? Maybe the Pedlar, maybe Harry Masters, maybe Lester, maybe me! Oh, we know all that. No gunplay if we can keep away from it." "You've left out the name of Lord Nick," said Donnegan.
"Do I have to confess even that?" She smiled in the triumph of her penetration, but it was a brief, unhappy smile. One might have thought that she would have been glad to be deceived. "I came to serve a girl who was unhappy," said Donnegan. "Her fiancé had left her; her fiancé was Jack Landis. And she's now in a hut up the hill waiting for him.
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