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"I thought perhaps I should have met some of your people at breakfast," he said, while sipping his coffee. Dorothy stopped with a piece of toast half way to her lips. "My people!" she exclaimed. "Yes," said Paul, unmindful of the impression he had made. "Really, Mr. Henley, what are you talking about?" "The Guirs!" said Paul, still unheedful.
"I don't think I quite understand," he replied, "who could help you away, if your own people would not. Pardon the allusion, but I do not grasp the situation." "I could never go with any of the Guirs," she answered, with a shudder, "for I am quite as much afraid of them as they are of me." Paul was again silent.
Henley's suspicions concerning the implication of the Guirs with the crime which he could no longer doubt had been committed in their house, they were promptly dispelled, so far as the young lady was concerned, upon meeting Dorothy at the breakfast table.
"Well, sah, it ain't for de likes o' me to argify wid you uns, but ef you wants to know whar de house is, I kin show it to you; leastways I kin show you de road to git dar." "That's it; but tell me, don't the people about here like the Guirs?"
Examining these with his candle, he saw that they formed the words: "The last of the Guirs." "No wonder Dorothy said that she was afraid of them," Paul reflected; "their portraits alone would drive me mad." He took another long searching look; and as his eyes grew accustomed to the faded coloring, he observed how cleverly the work had been done.
After peering doubtfully through the moonlight into the black shadows beyond, Paul thought he discerned the outline of a narrow wood road, and placing a tip in the man's hand, picked up his satchel and climbed down to the ground. "Tank 'ee, sir, and de Lawd take keer o' you when you gets to de Guirs'," called the driver, as he cracked his whip and drove away, leaving Mr.
"Shall we smoke another pipe?" said Ah Ben. "I'm something of an owl myself, and shall sit here for quite a while before retiring." Paul was glad of the opportunity, and accepted with alacrity. He hoped in the quiet of a midnight conversation to discover something about this peculiar man and his home. Perhaps he should also learn something of the girl, her strange life, and the Guirs.
The night was superb, but the road rough, so that the horses seldom went out of a walk. Presently the driver drew up his animals for water, and Henley took the opportunity to question him. "Do you know these Guirs where I am going?" he inquired. The man paused in the act of dipping a pail of water, and seemed puzzled.
However important Guir might be to the Guirs, it was clearly of no importance to the world. But the following day the Postal Guide revealed the secret, and the railway officials confirmed and located it. Guir was situated in a remote part of the State, upon an obscure road, far removed from any of the trunk lines. Mr.
But Paul scarcely hoped that his identity would remain undiscovered after arriving at the young lady's home; then, indeed, he might expect to be thrown upon his mettle to make things satisfactory to the Guirs. They had been jogging along for half a mile, when, turning suddenly through an open gateway, they entered a private approach.
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