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In the first place, he was by no means sure that escape was what he wanted not yet, at any rate; in the second place, if Gabriel Druse passed the word along the subterranean wires of the Romany world that Jethro Fawe should vanish, he would not long cumber the ground.
Yet here in her own safe room on the Sagalac, with its four walls, but its unlocked doors for Gabriel Druse said that he could not bear that last sign of his exile here in the fortress of the town-dweller there was a strange trembling of her pulses in the presence of a mere hallucination or nightmare the first she had had ever.
My doctor's medicine don't seem to do me much good, but I sort of keep on taking it," she said to Druse, grandly as she poured out a brownish liquid into the cloudy glass that the good little housekeeper had eyed dubiously, before giving it to her. Miss De Courcy's doctor evidently believed in stimulants; a strong odor of Scotch whiskey filled the room.
Since her father suspected, he should know all. "He almost offered me the big house in Montreal this morning," she said evenly and coldly. A malediction broke from the old man's lips. "He almost thought he wanted me to marry him," Fleda added scornfully. "And what did you say?" Druse asked. "There could only be one thing to say. I told him I had never thought of making my home in a sewer."
How could she guess how many days and nights she sailed thus? The ship stopped, that was all she knew; but still it was dark, so dark; and then she was in a strange land where the air was fire, and everything one touched was raging with heat, and her hands, why had they bandaged her hands, so that she could not move them? "I can't see," said Druse, in a faint, puzzled whisper. "Is it night?"
He's calling at her from the bank. He knows. He done it himself years ago when there was rips in the tribe an' he had to sew up the tears. He run them Rapids in his canoe " "Just as the Druse girl there is doin' " "An' he's done what he liked with the Blackfeet ever since." "But she ain't a chief what's the use of her doin' it? She's goin' straight for them. She can't turn back now.
"You know well that if Gabriel Druse passed the word, your life wouldn't be worth a day's purchase. The Camorra would not be more certain or more deadly. If you do anything to hurt the daughter of Gabriel Druse, you will pay the full price, and you know it. The Romanys don't love you better than their rightful chief." "I am their rightful chief."
"Felix Marchand'll have much money bad penny as he is," continued Christine in her normal voice. "He'll have more money than he can put in all the trouser legs he has. Old Hector, his father, has enough for a gover'ment. But that M'sieu' Felix will get his throat cut if he follows Ma'm'selle Druse about too much. She hates him I've seen when they met. Old man Druse'll make trouble.
The years which had passed since those tragic days in Gloucestershire had seen the shadows of that dark episode pass, but the pledge had remained; and Gabriel Druse had kept his word to the dead, because of the vow made to the woman who had given her life for the life of a Romany lass.
It belonged in greater part to Gabriel Druse, and in lesser part to the Hudson's Bay Company and the Government; and as the land was not valuable till it was cleared, and there was plenty of prairie land to be had, from which neither stick nor stump must be removed, these woods were very lonely.
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