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"You used to take too much wine," he said half wildly, starting up again. "Permit me your hand, highness." Detricand dropped on his knee and took the wasted hand. Mr. Dow's eyes were glazing fast. With a last effort he spoke his voice like a squeaking wind in a pipe: "The Lord hath triumphed gloriously " and he leaned forward to kiss Detricand's hand.
"What is your name?" "Micah is my name. Rob Dow's my father." "And have you no brothers nor sisters?" asked Babbie, with a fellow-feeling for him. "No, juist my father," he said. "You should be the better laddie to him then. Did your mither no tell you to be that afore she died?" "Ay," he answered, "she telled me ay to hide the bottle frae him when I could get haed o't.
"After it has been done, it will be hard to undo it, no matter what the judges may decide as to members." "But we can't throw the law out of the window, my son! On the outside of the thing, the Big Boys on Capitol Hill are playing the game strictly according to the legal rules. The legal rules, understand! On the outside!" Dow's emphasis on certain words was significant.
Nickerson's men, lying down, held their ground until after dark; but Dow's, being nearer the cover of the woods, fell back to their first position. Andrews now took command of the division, in virtue of the written orders of the commanding general, and prepared to obey whatever fresh instructions he might receive.
It was not that Mac Tavish lacked the spirit of charity, but that he wanted every man to know to the full the grand and noble goodness of the Morrisons, and be properly grateful, as he himself was. Dow's complacency in his hallucination was exasperating!
The important events of the day or the week, the weather, the wind, the tides, were recorded, together with sundry meditations of the Reverend Lorenzo Dow. The pages were not large, and brevity was Mr. Dow's journalistic virtue. Beyond the diligent keeping of this record, he had no habits, certainly no precision, no remembrance, no system: the business of his life ended there.
A few days after, Abner Dean of Angel's received a letter from him, stating that he was going to Visalia to buy horses. "I am satisfied," wrote Plunkett, with that elevated rhetoric for which his correspondence was remarkable, "I am satisfied that we are at last developing the real resources of California. The world will yet look to Dow's Flat as the great stock-raising centre.
Dow's thin trembling fingers clutched eagerly it was his only passion at this journal of his life. As his grasp closed on it, he recognised Detricand, and at the same time he saw the cross and heart of the Vendee on his coat. A victorious little laugh struggled in his throat. "The Lord hath triumphed gloriously I could drink some wine, monsieur," he added in the same quaint clerical monotone.
"Have a care," said Grandjon-Larisse with sudden anger, his hand dropping upon the handle of his sword. "I ask leave for plain beliefs as you asked leave for plain words. I must speak my mind, and I will say now that it has changed in this matter of fighting and surrender. I will tell you what has changed it," and Detricand drew from his pocket Lorenzo Dow's journal. "It concerns both you and me."
While the island was agog over Mr. Dow's misfortune, there had been a bold robbery at St. Michael's Rectory of the strong-box containing the communion plate, the parish taxes for the year, and what was of great moment to at least one person the parish register of deaths, baptisms, and marriages. Thus it was that now no human being in Jersey could vouch that Guida had been married.
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