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He paused and seemed lost in sorrowful meditation. By-and-by he looked up, and meeting Errington's anxious gaze, he broke into a short laugh. "Don't mind me, my lad!" he said sturdily. "'Tis a blow, you see! I had not thought so far as this. I'll tell you the plain truth, and you must forgive me for wronging you. I know what young blood is, all the world over.
Her voice was pure as the ring of fine crystal deep, liquid, and tender, with a restrained passion in it that stirred Errington's heart and filled it with a strange unrest and feverish yearning, emotions which were new to him, and which, while he realized their existence, moved him to a sort of ashamed impatience.
Max had been gone a week a week of distress and miserable indecision for Diana, racked as she was between her love and her conviction that marriage under the only circumstances possible would inevitably bring unhappiness. Over and above this fear there was the instinctive recoil she felt from Errington's demand for such blind faith. Her pride rebelled against it.
The sturdy old pagan was in the best of humors, and seemed determined to be pleased with everything, he told good stories, and laughed that rollicking, jovial laugh of his with such unforced heartiness that it was impossible to be dull in his company, and not one of Errington's companions gave a thought to the reports concerning him and his daughter, which had been so gratuitously related by Mr.
"I heed not custom, creed, nor law; I care for nothing that ever I saw I terribly laugh with an oath and sneer, When I think that the hour of Death draws near!" Errington's first idea, on leaving Winsleigh House, was to seek an interview with Sir Francis Lennox, and demand an explanation. He could not understand the man's motive for such detestable treachery and falsehood.
Sur ton chemin l'etoile qui se leve Longtemps encore eblouira les yeux!" A fortnight passed. The first excursion in the Eulalie had been followed by others of a similar kind, and Errington's acquaintance with the Gueldmars was fast ripening into a pleasant intimacy.
There, lying at full length across the hallway, between the foot of the stairs and the front door, was the body of Remy Errington's murderer, with the sinister, evil face turned up to the ceiling. His left arm, still grasping a candlestick, was doubled under him, and his body, in its impetuous descent, had torn away the lower portion of the balustrade.
"'Tis all over with him, poor lad!" he said, and tears glittered thickly in his keen old eyes. "And though the gods, of a surety, know best this is an end I looked not for! A mournful home-returning shall we have for how to break the news to Thelma is more than I can tell!" And he shook his head sorrowfully while returning the warm and sympathizing pressure of Errington's hand.
But, notwithstanding the assurance she gave herself that this was the common-sense view to take of the matter, she had an instinctive feeling that, even had there been no one else to consider, Errington's manner would still have shown no greater cordiality.
Her horizon seemed suddenly suffused with light; she felt dizzy with a strange delightful glow, and confused with a sense of shame at her own unreasoning, irrational joy. What difference could Errington's marriage or no marriage make to her? "I suppose," resumed Errington, after looking earnestly at her speaking face, "that the intimacy which arose between Mr.
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