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In the darkness Crosby could hear a little quick intake of her breath and a slight rustle of her gown. "Does Martin go with you?" she asked after a pause. "A little way to put him on the road; then I shall return to Aylingford," Fairley said. "You must not. It will not be safe for you." "Never fear, mistress.
"Then if we bargain, Lord Rosmore, you must remember that there are always two sides to a bargain. You do not show me Martin Fairley a free man." "I can hardly set free a man I have not taken prisoner. Martin and the highwayman succeeded in getting away from the Abbey last night. Until we saw you leaning from your window, Sir John was absurd enough to declare that you must have warned them."
Another bright idea struck Mr. Fairley; but it required some elaboration. Hurrying the squaw with him through the pelting rain, he reached the shelter of the corral. Vainly the shivering aborigine drew her tightly bandaged papoose closer to her square, flat breast, and looked longingly toward the cabin; the old man backed her against the palisade.
Rosmore was so taken back by this strange courage that he did not answer at once, and the two men stood with the raised lantern lighting both their faces. When Martin Fairley had left him down in the Nun's Room, Sir John had been terrified. He had shouted for help to no purpose, and he was not released until early on the following morning. How he came to be there he did not explain.
In Framley, where the whole truth never came, David and Hope occasionally take from a secret drawer the Order of the Mejidfeh to look at it, and, as David says, to "learn the lesson of Egypt once again." Having learned it to some purpose and to the lifelong edification of old friend Fairley, the only one who knew the whole truth they founded three great schools for Quaker children.
The English girl! England rushed back upon him the love of those at home; of his father, the only father he had ever known; of Faith, the only mother or sister he had ever known; of old John Fairley; the love of the woods and the hills where he had wandered came upon him. There was work to do in England, work too little done the memory of the great meeting at Heddington flashed upon him.
Fairley took it with a childish smile. "He's dead," said the old man softly, holding Lance's hand, but pointing to the hearth. "Yes," said Lance, with the faintest of smiles on the palest of faces. "You feel sorry for any one that's dead, don't you?" Fairley nodded again. Lance looked at him with eyes as remote as his own, shook his head, and turned away.
"His childhood lacked in much," said Elder Fairley patiently. To most minds present the words carried home to every woman who had a child, to every man who had lost a wife and had a motherless son.
"Thee is charged," interposed Elder Fairley, "with visiting a play this same day, and with seeing a dance of Spain following upon it." "I did not disdain the music," said the young man drily; "the flute, of all instruments, has a mellow sound."
"Gentlemen," Burton's voice again became compelling and crisp but very hard, "on certain conditions I shall avert this panic on others I shall cause it. The alternative is for your decision." Fairley and Henry drew a little closer together by common impulse as if for alliance in danger. A long silence, freighted with tensity, followed until Fairley inquired in a stunned voice: "Please explain."
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