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She had seen him coming, heard their voices outside, and wondered what was keeping him. She turned back into the house when she saw Julie, wondering still more. For Gard's face was disturbed, and had in it something of the look she had seen more than once when he had faced Tom in his tantrums. And, glancing past him, she had seen what he had not Julie's face when he turned his back on her.
Gard, we were certain he could have had no hand in it. This, I take it, proves it?" He looked at the Doctor. "Undoubtedly!" nodded the Doctor. "The man who killed this one killed the other, and that man could not be Stephen Gard, for he is on L'Etat." "It's God's mercy that you haven't Mr. Gard's blood on your heads. Some of you, I know, have done your best that way.
Anderson had, at one time, drawn Gard's attention to the immense advantage Germany uniquely derived by completely organizing and keeping at work that vast majority of incurable mediocrities mere plodders who are found in every race and who often weigh down its destiny to the point of sinking hopelessness.
But the mistake that had already been made, and the consequences that came so terribly near to completing it beyond repair, made them all cautious of open speech or action. Gard's story explained the mystery of the dead stranger and relieved the public mind to that extent. The Sénéchal was disposed to agree with his views on the matter.
"Don't be angry," he stammered. "Don't be annoyed with me; it's all a mistake, you know. Are you are you feeling quite well? Do let me give you something a a glass of champagne, perhaps. I'll call a servant." Gard's smile was so cruel that Mahr's worst fears were confirmed. But the torrent of accusation that burst from Gard's lips bore him down with the consciousness of the other's knowledge.
Nance looked up quickly at the sound of Gard's feet, and the paled-brown of her face flushed red at sight of him, and then a grateful gleam lighted it as he dropped her things into her hand and bent over John Thomas, who was showing signs of life in a dazed and water-logged fashion. "You did splendidly, you two," he said to Bernel.
But, like the Roman, he had endurance and he was undoubtedly easier to handle. There were the withers, the haunch, the hock, and a score of other features upon which Gard's new acquaintance held forth, introducing almost every remark with his rather embarrassed "excuse me." The astonishing Teuton erudition again! Gard had to marvel at it once more. This German was, by rare exception, ingratiating.
Tom, of course, took as droit d'ainesse, before the division, the family clock which still bore signs of strife, and had refused to go since that night when Gard's buffet had sent him headlong into it; and the farm-ladders and the pilotins the stone props on which the haystacks were built; and in addition to his own full share, as between himself and Nance and Bernel, he exacted from them to the uttermost farthing the extra seventh part of the value of all they received an Island right, but honoured more in the breach than in the observance, and one which, in its exercise, tended to label the exerciser as unduly mean and grasping.
Why, he was capable of forcibly drilling the Teuton language and literature into a post hole. This doubtless confirmed Kirtley's failure as a student in their eyes. And this was to be looked for in Americans who think that they can acquire knowledge and know life by gadding about and "observing," instead of by book study. The awful German language seemed doomed to blast Gard's affectionate hopes.
With an active swing of his athletic body, Dorothy's adorer collected his hat, gloves and cane in one sweep, spun on his heel with gleeful ease, smiled his sudden sunny smile, and waved a quick good-by. Teddy Mahr paused for a moment before descending to the street. He was honestly disappointed. He had hoped with all his heart to overcome Gard's opposition.
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