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"But, Drennie," he said, gently, "suppose the young eagle is the only one that knows how to fly and suppose he could teach the others? Don't you see? I've only seen it myself for a little while." "What is it that that you see now?" "I must go back, not to relapse, but to come to be a constructive force. I must carry some of the outside world to Misery.
They swam together to the capsized hull, and the girl thrust up one strong, slender hand to the stem, while with the other she wiped the water from her smiling eyes. The man also laid hold on the support, and hung there, filling his cramped lungs. Then, for just an instant, his hand closed over hers. "There's my hand on it, Drennie," he said. "We start back to New York to-morrow, don't we?
The girl's personality radiated from the canvas and yet A disappointed little look crossed and clouded her eyes. She was conscious of an indefinable catch of pain at her heart. Samson stepped forward, and his waiting eyes, too, were disappointed. "You don't like it, Drennie?" he anxiously questioned. But she smiled in answer, and declared: "I love it."
"Drennie," said the man, "this is Sally. I want you two to love each other." For an instant, Adrienne Lescott stood looking at the mountain girl, and then she opened both her arms. "Sally," she cried, "you adorable child, I do love you!" The girl in the calico dress raised her face, and her eyes were glistening. "I'm obleeged ter ye," she faltered.
"Is it" he put the question with foreboding "that, after all, I was a prophet? Have you and South wiped your feet on the doormat marked 'Platonic friendship'? Have you done that, Drennie?" She looked up into his eyes. Her own were wide and honest and very full of pain. "No," she said; "we haven't done that, yet. I guess we won't.... I think he'd rather stay outside, Wilfred.
He opened it, and outside in the hall stood Adrienne. Her face was pale, and she leaned a little on the hand which rested against the white jamb. "What does it mean?" she asked. He came over. "It means, Drennie," he said, "that you may make a pet of a leopard cub, but there will come a day when something of the jungle comes out in him and he must go.
"Drennie, for the nine-hundred-thousandth time; simply, in the interests of harmony and to break the deadlock, will you marry me?" "Not this afternoon," she smiled. "Watch for the boom! I'm going to bring her round." The young man promptly ducked his head, and played out the line, as the boat dipped her masthead waterward, and came about on the other tack.
"In a half-dozen other things equally important?" "Good Lord, Drennie, how can I answer all those questions off-hand? I don't carry a note-book in my yachting flannels." Her voice was so serious that he wondered if it were not, also, a little contemptuous. "Do you have to consult a note-book to answer those questions?" "Those directorate jobs are purely honorary," he defended.
She replaced the sketch where she had found it, and Samson, returning, found her busy with little sketches of the Seine. "Drennie," pleaded Wilfred Horton, as the two leaned on the deck rail of the Mauretania, returning from Europe, "are you going to hold me off indefinitely? I've served my seven years for Rachel, and thrown in some extra time. Am I no nearer the goal?"
It is only at their head that I can lead them. If the lives of a few assassins have to be forfeited, I sha'n't hesitate at that. I shall stake my own against them fairly. The end is worth it." The girl breathed deeply, then she heard Samson's voice again: "Drennie, I want you to understand, that if I succeed it is your success. You took me raw and unfashioned, and you have made me.
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