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The better to ensure Natalie's peace of mind, he weighted the tent all around with rocks; and heaped wood on the fire. Natalie stuck her head out of her cosy refuge. "I can't bear to have you sleeping unprotected outside," she said anxiously. Garth's heart paused breathlessly at the thought of the alternative. He sprang up and thrust the thought aside. "Nonsense! I'll be all right!" he cried.
Sara felt frightened of the pitying kindness in those eyes its rejection of Garth's innocence was so much stronger than any asseveration of mere words. Vaguely she heard Elisabeth's patient voice: "I think you are right. Ask him yourself but, Sara, he will not be able to deny it." "You sent for me, and I am here."
In revealing that motive, I reveal the painful secret which brings me to this house. All that I could do to prepare you, I have done. Let me now tell the truth in the plainest and fewest words. When Mr. and Mrs. Vanstone left Combe-Raven, in the March of the present year " Before he could complete the sentence, a sudden movement of Miss Garth's interrupted him.
Garth's heart sunk heavily, as he considered their scanty supplies, the approach of winter and, more dangerous still, the fruitful opportunities of conflict the weeks would offer to four souls so strangely opposed, and so strangely bound together in the wilderness. "What is Mabyn doing now?" he asked suddenly. Rina's face instantly became as blank as plaster.
Once again it was Garth's vantage, and once again Ronnie's arm swung high for an untakable smasher. "Play up, Dal!" cried a voice, amid the general hubbub. Garth knew that dear voice. He did not look in its direction, but he smiled. The next moment his arm shot out like a flash of lightning. The ball touched ground on Ronnie's side of the net and shot the length of the court without rising.
"There's no hunting on the open prairie for a man on foot!" Natalie dropped her head back on his shoulder; and said no more. Garth's face grew grimmer and grimmer in the firelight. "Do not lose heart, dear," he said at last, in a gentle voice that was strangely at variance with his eyes. "Matters will take a turn to-morrow; I promise you that." "What are you going to do?" she asked anxiously.
"Tell me, Sim that is, if you can tell me how you came to suspect Wilson of these dealings." As he said this Ralph tapped with his fingers the warrant which Sim had returned to him. "By finding that James Wilson was not his name." "So you found that, did you; how?" "It was Mother Garth's doings, not mine," said Sim. "What did she tell you?"
What did it mean? It meant that Mrs. Lecount had not wasted her time that morning. While the captain was casting the net over his visitor at North Shingles, the housekeeper was steadily mining the ground under his feet. The folded paper contained nothing less than a carefully written extract from the personal description of Magdalen in Miss Garth's letter.
All this sped through Garth's mind as he greeted Jane with that most commonplace of English greetings, the everlasting question which never receives an answer. But from Garth, at that moment, it did not sound commonplace to Jane, and she answered it quite frankly and fully.
A shout greeted Garth's approach, and the uproarious quartette composed of the two subalterns and the girls from New York City pounded joyously with their forks upon their plates, creating a perfect pandemonium of noise, Miles recklessly participating in the clamorous welcome, while the Lavender Lady fluttered her handkerchief, and Sara and Audrey both hurried forward to meet the late comer.
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