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Old Jaggs was the outward and visible sign of Jack Glover's unwarranted authority, and slowly there was creeping into her mind a suspicion that Jean Briggerland might not have been mistaken when she spoke of Jack's penchant for "ordering people about." Life was growing bigger for her. She had broken down the barriers which had confined her to a narrow promenade between office and home.
There was hell brewing in this foul cauldron of a city. He stabled his horse in the yard in the Rue du Coq, behind the glover's house where he had lain the night before. Then he set out to find supper. The first tavern served his purpose. Above the door was a wisp of red wool, which he knew for the Guise colours. Inside he looked to find a crowd, but there was but one other guest.
The numbers of the British exceeded his, even counting his militia as regulars, and he determined to wait for Glover's brigade, which was marching from the north.
Glover's anxiety, as he left the train at the station, was as to whether he could catch anything on the Glen Tarn branch to take him up to the Springs that night, for there he was resolved to get before morning if he had to take an engine for the run. As he started up the narrow hall leading to the telegraph office he heard the rustle of skirts above.
"I have given you too good ground to visit your impatience on me," he said, "and I confess I've stood the ordeal badly. Your contempt has cut me to the quick. But don't, I beg, add to my humiliation by such a reproach. I'm blundering, but not wholly reprobate." Her father appeared at the door. Glover's eyes were fastened on the blueprint. Gertrude let her magazine lie in her lap.
She wears a very expensive dress, I observe." "I know it, and I have wondered a little at it, for her father is not called very well off. But perhaps she bought it with her own money. I know she has some; she is an artist in burnt wood." I let the subject of Miss Glover's dress drop. I had heard enough to satisfy me that my first theory was correct.
At the third shot Glover's horse went down in a struggling heap, hiding its rider. A few moments later the man reappeared, and began to run, but he stopped as Stanton came down on him at a gallop, and Curtis got up hastily. Glover made a sign of submission, and the next minute Stanton sprang to the ground beside him.
Adventures, heart affairs, fortunes, perils such a life-line, Mr. Glover. On my word there you are hanging by a hair a hair on the verge of eternity " Glover laughed softly. "Oh, come, Louise," protested Mrs. Whitney. "Touch on lighter lines, please." "Lighter lines! Why, Mr. Glover's heart-line is a perfect cañon." The laughter did not daunt her. "A perfect cañon.
It was with mingled feelings of dislike, jealousy, and something approaching to admiration that he saw the glover's apprentice stripped of his mean slough, and blazing forth as a chieftain, who, by his quick eye and gallant demeanour, the noble shape of his brow and throat, his splendid arms and well proportioned limbs, seemed well worthy to hold the foremost rank among men selected to live or die for the honour of their race.
Captain Glover's plan being sanctioned, he at once proceeded out with the officers he had selected to act under him. He was now busily employed in raising the proposed troops, which, from a thorough knowledge of the people, he succeeded in doing in the most complete manner.
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