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Durant came to the opposite edge of the table, and leaned over it. Challoner wondered how a single blow had knocked him down. "Non, he is not for sale." Durant's voice was low; so low that it seemed to choke him to get it out. It was filled with a repressed hatred. Challoner saw the great cords of his knotted hands bulging under the skin as he gripped the edge of the table.
Thomas J. Durant of Louisiana was selected as temporary chairman, and Honorable James Speed of Kentucky as permanent chairman; and of the Northern Convention Governor Curtis of Pennsylvania was both temporary and permanent chairman.
During its continuance, the wild passions of the savages were awed into quiet, and their hearts filled with other thoughts and emotions than those of vengeance and cruelty. They were silent as the grave, and harmless as silent. The party now found time to look about them. Durant had manifested signs of life, but was evidently badly hurt.
In this fertile region George Durant and other settlers had as early as 1661 established their homes, buying from Kilcokonen, the great Chief of the Yeopims, their right to the lands; and there these hardy pioneers were swiftly converting the primeval wilderness into fertile and productive fields.
And afterwards he stood among the fragments of his letter and watched till both the girl and the dog were out of sight. Twenty-four hours later Hugh Durant stood on the sandy shore and tapped with his crutch on the large, flat stone that was set for a step on the threshold of the little, wooden cottage behind the sand dunes.
The sunbonnet completely hid her face. A sharp spasm of pain set his own like a stone mask. Suddenly she looked round. "Will you will you come and see me some day?" she asked him shyly. Her tone was rather of request than invitation, and Durant was curiously touched. He had a feeling that she awaited his reply with eagerness. He smiled for the first time.
For the present, however, we pass to other scenes. From the presence of Miss Fleming, Durant went to an obscure old cabin near the river, where he met an accomplice in villainy, a tool of his, by the name of Ramsey, whom he often employed to do hazardous and dirty work, he himself was too cowardly or too aristocratic to perform.
"With pleasure," he said courteously, "if the path is easy and the distance not too great for my powers." "It is quite close," she said readily, "hardly a stone's throw from here a little wooden cottage the first you come to." "And you live quite alone?" Durant said. "I like it best," she assured him. "Will you tell me your name?" he asked. "My name is Molly," she answered quietly.
"Nothing else?" said Durant with a puzzled frown. "Nothing else, sir," she said, with her air of womanly dignity. He made no outward comment, but inwardly he wondered. Was this odd little, dark-haired creature some nameless waif of the sea brought up on the charity of the fisher-folk, he asked himself. She stood aside for him to pass, drawing Cæsar out of his way.
The pigskin went sailing through the air impelled by the heavy boot of big Tom Curwood; it fell into the purple-covered arms of a rangy Wilton half-back who, instead of running with the ball, immediately sent away a long spiral punt that flew over the heads of the charging Ridgley players. Neil Durant yelled out a quick warning and turned with his team-mates.
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