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In order to make clear the exact effect of my appearance, I must go back and summarize briefly, from accounts later given me by Marcus and Weighborne, the occurrences of that half-hour which preceded my calling to the witness stand. Garvin had appeared in his court-room with his usual affability. He had even paused to shake hands with Weighborne and express regrets for his unfortunate "accident."
But where they could feed they required little attention; and the cowboys, after halting them, helped Garvin establish the lines of a rope corral into which they drove the remuda. Then they built a fire and squatted wearily around it at a respectful distance to watch the cook and to listen to him as he complainingly prepared supper.
A stout figure, hitherto unperceived, rose from a corner and came silently toward them Mrs. Breitmann. She beckoned to them, and they followed her into a room on the same floor, where she told them what she knew, heedless of the tears coursing ceaselessly down her cheeks. It seemed that Mrs. Garvin had had a premonition which she had not wholly confided to the rector.
He drew a deep breath, and entered; at the sound of his step Mrs. Garvin suddenly started up. "Richard!" she cried, and then stood staring at the rector. "Have you seen my husband, sir? He went away soon after you left." Hodder, taken by surprise, replied that he had not. Her tone, her gesture of anxiety he found vaguely disquieting. "The doctor has been here?" he asked.
They intended to ask Lord Hugh Cecil to talk to them about Conservatism, but when they read his book on the subject they decided that such a Conservative was utterly damnable ... and so they asked his brother, Lord Robert, instead, and found that his point of view, although much more human and less logical than that of Lord Hugh, was antipathetic to theirs. "Let's get Garvin!"
Eagerly I looked out. `It's Jem Rawlins and Peter Garvin, I heard some one say. My heart sank within me. Jem and Peter were got on board. They were, of all the crew, those I had the least reason to like. They told us that the poor captain had got the line entangled round his leg, and had been drawn down when the whale sounded, and that Jack had been killed by a blow from her tail.
Michael Garvin, the night watchman the same whose child had been ill the night before when Faith came out into the loom chamber, had left it but a few minutes, going his silent round within the building, and recording his faithfulness by the half-hour pin upon the watch clock. Six times he had done this, already. It was half past ten.
"Now, Susy, I shouldn't think you'd feel like laughing or making fun. The dog, of course; and they sent for the city marshal. You know Mr. Garvin, Horace?" "Yes, the man that scowls so, with the scar on his nose, and a horse-whip in his hand." "Miss All'n cried. She lifted up the lid of her desk, and hid her head, but we all knew she was crying. You see we had such a time about it.
Gilbert suggested, when they discussed the question of a more improved Tory than Lord Robert. "The Cecils are no good ... they're too superstitious!" which was his way of saying that they were too religious. "They're worse than priests: they're ... they're laymen! I propose that we ask Garvin to come and talk to us. He seems to be shoving the Tories all over the place!"
Garvin glanced at Hodder, who came forward. "I was just about to telephone for Dr. Jarvis, Mr. Bentley, when you arrived. I am Mr. Hodder, of St. John's." "How do you do, sir?" The kindly eyes, alight with a gentle flame, rested upon the rugged figure of the rector. "I am glad that you, too, agree that Dr. Jarvis is advisable, Mr. Hodder." There was a sound from the bed.
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