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And so, when the train swept round the bend out of the swamp, with a shriek and a roar, and came thundering down upon the Crossing, there was no need for Tremendous K., who, nevertheless, stood his ground in the middle of the track, waving his arms to be quite sure there was no danger of its tearing through, and carrying Gavin on to Algonquin.
"Ay, but that's no' a'. She lauched in a pleased way and tapped me wi' her fan, and says she, 'Why do you think me the prettiest? I dinna deny but what that staggered me, but I thocht a minute, and took a look at the other dancers again, and syne I says, michty sly like, 'The other leddies, I says, 'has sic sma' feet." Sanders stopped here and looked doubtingly at Gavin.
The force of the stroke knocked the key clatteringly to the floor. Stepping back. Brice flung a second and better aimed handful of the dwindling fire in front of the re-coiling reptile. It drew back hissing. And as it did so. Gavin regained the fallen key. Wheeling about choking and strangling from the smoke, his streamingly smarting eyes barely able to discern the fiery trail he had laid.
He was in a great sputter I tell you, when I let him know that he'd put his horse into the wrong stall. You'd think it had turned out that Gavin was a German spy." "'Why, Mrs. Dunn, says he, 'we've got all our arrangements made, says he, 'and Mr. Leigh, the member, is spoken for, says he, 'and, you'll just have to put yours on for the next afternoon, says he, 'we really can't change now!"
Her color was sharply white and red, and in the rather dim light her skin was like a girl's. Cartwright knew Ellen was younger than he, but not very much. "You look hipped and rather slack, Tom," she said when he got up and Gavin fetched a chair. "I feel the cold and damp," Cartwright replied. "Then managing a tramp-steamship line when freights are low is a wearing job." Mrs.
The subtropical night was rushing down upon the smiling world, and, as ever, it was descending without the long sweet interval of twilight that northern lands know. Gavin put the tub to top speed as the last visible obstacle was left behind. Clear water lay between him and the beach. And he was impatient to step on land.
But Gavin still stood in the doorway. "No, I cannot come in," he said hurriedly; "Hughie is waiting for me at the gate. He is taking me into Algonquin." Christina looked past him into the darkness. "To Algonquin! Oh, Gavin, you're not called away are you?" "Yes, the Battalion is ordered to Halifax, we will likely be sailing at once.
"We wanted him to smell the rosemary as soon as he got off the train," explained Auntie Flora, "and then he would feel he was at home." The procession were a bright and beautiful sight, indeed, and the Grant Girls' faces, so shining and young and eager, were the brightest thing in all the gay throng that started out to bring Gavin home. Mrs.
But, alas, like her first birthday gift, it had came from an unwelcome source! But she answered quite cordially, being incapable of deliberately wounding any one, and Gavin gave a deep breath of relief as he took his place at her side. He was too shy to take her arm in the approved fashion, as all young men did when seeing a young woman to her home.
I shook Gavin awake, and even as I shook him demanded a knowledge of all that had happened since we parted at Nanny's gate. "How long ago is that?" he asked, with bewilderment. "It was last night," I answered. "This morning I found you senseless on the hillside, and brought you here, to the Glen Quharity school-house. That dog was with you."
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