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She ran to her open window, which looked toward Farnham's, and sent the voice of her love and her trouble together into the clear night in one loud cry, "Arthur!" She blushed crimson as the word involuntarily broke from her lips, and cried again as loudly as she could, "Help!" "I hope he did not hear me at first," she said, covering her face with her hands, and again she cried, "Help!"
"That was Farnham's threat, and God knows he is perfectly capable of it. Now, will you aid me?" The young Mexican girl stood staring with parted lips. "Help you how? Vat you mean?" "Warn the men of the 'Little Yankee." The other laughed behind her white teeth, yet with no mirth in the sound. "Ah, maybe I see, señorita; you try make a fool out me. No, I not play your game.
Carrington's glance. At sight of him, a vivid memory of the man's personality possessed her. "Yes," Cuthbert was saying, "that's Chiltern sure enough. He came in on Dicky Farnham's yacht this morning from New York." "This morning!" said Ethel Wing. "Surely not! No yacht could have come in this morning." "Nobody but Chiltern would have brought one in, you mean," he corrected her. "He sailed her.
I remembered Bennett, now that I was reminded of his existence, as an energetic young fellow high in Farnham's confidence, who probably knew as much about the mining and other financial interests as did his employer. I said therefore that I would see Mr. Bennett by all means. He came in to me briskly in a few moments, surprised, and, he said, delighted to meet me again.
I tore a blanket from the bed; poor Anna did not need it then. I wrapped it about the child and went forth into the storm. The lightning blazed along my path, and the thunder boomed over me like minute guns when a funeral is in motion. "I knew the house well, and stole in through the back door onward to the half-lighted chamber of Farnham's wife.
Stanton," remarked Bennett. "I guess you've had a tiresome journey. I know what a bad run that is between Chicago and Denver." A nasty run, indeed! But it would be much worse going back again, leaving the house of cards, which I had come so far to see, lying in ruins behind me. Still, I continued to beat into my brains the fact that I rejoiced in poor old Farnham's safety.
When questioned on the subject of the ring, he said that he had given it to his friend, Mr. Wildred, at parting, and jokingly added that he had experienced great difficulty in getting it off. In these circumstances, as there could be no further doubt of Mr. Farnham's living presence in New York, no possible shadow of suspicion need any longer rest upon Mr.
They had been alarmed by the noise and tumult in front of Farnham's house, and had locked and bolted their own doors in consequence. Passing through the kitchen in their rounds, they found Ferguson there in conversation with the cook. "Why, Fergus!" said the widow: "why are you not at home? They are having lively times over there, are they not?"
Still, the impression lingered, and I could hardly persuade myself that I had not heard Harvey Farnham's voice calling my name, and finishing with a gurgling, despairing cry for help, the horror of which had chilled the blood in my veins, even in my sleep. Though the fire was dead, the room was still warm, and I hardly knew why I should be so cold.
He saw the sheriff's face set hard, and resolute behind its iron-gray beard; he marked the reckless sneer curling Farnham's lips, the livid mark under his eye where he had struck him. The intense hatred he felt for this man swept across him fiercely, for an instant driving out of his heart all thought of mercy.
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