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Kennedy sprang to Elaine's side, horrified by the blood that had spattered over everything. With a mighty effort he checked a blow that he had aimed at Dr. Morton, as it flashed over him that the surgeon, now free again, was doing his best to save the terribly imperilled life of Elaine.
"Of all this," said the maiden, "I will none; for but if ye will wed me, or be my paramour at the least, wit you well, Sir Lancelot, my good days are done." This was a difficult pass for the poet, living in other days of other manners. His art appears in the turn which he gives to Elaine's declaration: "But when Sir Lancelot's deadly hurt was whole, To Astolat returning rode the three.
"Go," he hissed. "I wish you much joy." He turned to Long Sin and whispered a word to him. A moment later, Long Sin drew forth a large silken handkerchief and tied it tightly over Elaine's eyes. Then he took her hand and led her out. There was to be no chance by which she could lead a raiding party back to the den in which she had been held.
There I could see the crystals sharply defined. "And here," he added, "are the crystals of the blood on Elaine's handkerchief." I looked again as he changed the slides. There was a marked difference and I looked up at him quickly. "It is dog's blood not human blood," he said simply. I looked again at the two sets of slides. There could be no doubt that there was a plain difference. "Wonderful!"
We were following, spell-bound, Kennedy's graphic reconstruction of what must have happened. Evidently he had struck close to the truth. Elaine's eyes were closed. Gently Kennedy led her along. "Now, Miss Dodge," he encouraged, "try try hard to recollect just what it was that happened last night everything." As Kennedy paused after his quick recital, she seemed to tremble all over.
It was nightfall before we arrived with Elaine at Aunt Tabby's. We entered the living-room and Elaine introduced us both to Aunt Tabby and her husband. It was difficult to tell whether Elaine's old nurse was more glad to see her than the faithful Rusty who almost overwhelmed her even after so short an absence. In the midst of the greetings, I took occasion to look over the living-room.
What would have been the use? Not many days thereafter I got a request to ship my "Dead Hopes," at my price, to the address of a frame-maker in New York. Elaine's father said that he had a purchaser for it. I discovered later that he was a master of pleasant fiction.
The departing galley-slave stepped forth into the sunlight, radiant and confident. A few minutes later Elaine could see glimpses of his white car as it rushed past the rhododendron bushes. He woos best who leaves first, particularly if he goes forth to battle or the semblance of battle. Somehow Elaine's garden of Eternal Youth had already become clouded in its imagery.
What an abject and miserable nature I must have, for such a simple, affectionate, natural question to disturb me so, when I ought immediately to have replied to Elaine's question, with all my heart that belonged to hear: "Yes, ten or twenty years, because you are my happiness, my desire, my love!"
"I'll drop in when you are more settled," he excused himself, strolling leisurely out again. Up in the bedroom Elaine's maid, Marie, had been unpacking. "Well, what do you know about that?" she exclaimed as Jennings and Patrick came dragging in the banged-up trunk. "Very queer," remarked Jennings, detailing the little he had seen, while Patrick left.
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