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Fabian, on his part, though pained, is equally determined that she shall not be brought face to face with the unpleasant Bowles. She has her eyes on him, but he has his on Sir Christopher. "I should like to go with you," she says, in clear tones, taking no heed of Fabian's last remark; "I like country people, and strange village characters, and and that." This is somewhat vague.
Belloc's money is as good as John Grier's, and it only happened he was asked first because Fabian was present when I took the list, and it's Fabian's writing on the paper there." Carnac nodded. "That's all right with me, for I'm no foe to Belloc, but my father wouldn't have liked it. He wouldn't have given anything in the circumstances." "Oh, yes, he would! He's got sense with all his prejudices.
"Do not play with our anger!" said Pepe, whose passions were roused; "I am not in the habit of offering mercy twice." "I know how to make him accept it," said Fabian, picking up the fallen knife. "Let him go, Pepe; with a man like Diaz, one can always come to terms." Fabian's tone was so firm, that Pepe opened his arms and loosened the iron grasp in which the Mexican was bound.
"I ought to have been surer about the ice." "Eight inches is a little light, with so much snow atop," remarked the scaler carelessly. By virtue of that same careless remark, however, Radway was so confirmed in his belief as to his own culpability that he quite overlooked Fabian's just contention that the mere thinness of the ice was in reality no excuse for the losing of the horses.
If any doubt could still have remained upon Don Estevan's mind with regard to the intentions of those into whose hands he had fallen, that doubt must have disappeared when he beheld the gloomy air with which Pepe came forward in obedience to Fabian's command.
Fabian's nettle, the crocus, the betony, and horehound, have long been in request, and sea-southern-wood or mugwort, occasionally corrupted into "muggons," was once a favourite prescription in Scotland. A charming girl, whom consumption had brought to the brink of the grave, was lamented by her lover, whereupon a good-natured mermaid sang to him:
And then she entered upon the family history of the last four years and four months, since Rule had disappeared, and told him of the sudden death of her dear old grandmother on the very day on which the false report of Rothsay's murder reached them. She told him of her Uncle Fabian's marriage to Violet Wood a year later. Of her widowed grandfather's second marriage to Mrs.
Fabian's wife told him, and added: "I've got the roan team here, and you can drive us down, if you will." A few moments afterwards, with the cheers of the crowd behind them, they were being driven by Carnac to the wharf where lay the "Fleur-de-lis." On board was Fabian. "Had a good meeting, Carnac?" Fabian asked. "I should call it first-class.
I want you to do one thing the thing I ought to do and can't. I must stay here now that Fabian's gone. I want you to go to the Madawaska River." "No, I won't go to the Madawaska," replied Carnac after a long pause, "but" with sudden resolution "if it's any good to you, I'll stay here in the business, and you can go to the Madawaska.
Fabian's abrupt entrance, and she quickly sprang from the chair. When she recognized the intruder she was seized with a deathly fear; which was however but of momentary continuance. With flashing eyes, and haughtily curling lips she advanced towards him with a bearing so threatening that Mr. H retreated in fear. "Why do you visit me at this hour?" she inquired. "I was unable to come earlier.
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