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Maybe all that; at the least it's the powers of good, fighting for me. Something of the sort I don't know," she finished lamely. With that she was deep in her letter and Robert Halarkenden had moved a few yards and was tending a shrub that seemed to need nursing. October the Sixth. MY DEAR MR. McBIRNEY
"Checkmate in six moves" was quite enough to say to this girl; one did not have to play the game brutally to a finish. She laughed then. "I knew you must have wondered," she said, and with that she told the story of the letters. "It's no wrong," Robert Halarkenden considered. The girl jumped to her answer. "Wrong!" she cried, "I should say not. It's salvation hope life.
McBirney leaned as far as he might into the little window. "Look here," he adjured the man inside, "do be a Christian about this. I've come from the East, a thousand miles, to find Halarkenden, and I know he was here seven months ago. It's awfully important. Won't you treat me like a white man and help me a little?" Few people ever resisted Geoffrey McBirney when he pleaded with them.
I nearly wrote I more nearly telegraphed your Robert Halarkenden. Do you mind if I say that for two days, just lately in fact, they were yesterday and the day before I was on the edge of asking for leave of absence to go west? You see, if you had done it, it was so plainly my fault. And I had to know. Then I argued it's ghastly, but I argued that it would be in the papers. And it wasn't.
The master has sent for me and I canna take it. You will" the bony hand fished in the deep pocket and brought out a nickel "you will hurry with this letter and post it immediately." "Yes, sir," said Angus, and Robert Halarkenden turned to go to the master of the great house, ill in his great room, with no doubt about the United States mails.
From hand to hand it sped, and away, and was hidden in a sack in a long mail-train, and at last, Robert Halarkenden, on the 25th of September, came down the garden path, and the girl, reading in the wild garden, laid aside her book and watched him as he came, and thought how familiar and pleasant a sight was the gaunt, tall figure, pausing on the gravelled walk to touch a blossom, to lift a fallen branch, as lovingly as a father would care for his children.
Did Halarkenden have you in mind those years he fought with beasts? No not you it was the girl back in Scotland. But here you are, getting the benefit of it. It's a small place, the world, and we're tied and tangled together it won't do to cut loose. That spoils things, and it's all to come right at the last, if we'll only let it.
He wanted to know wouldn't it be his business to see that the working people were properly looked after; I gathered he's been reading books, trying to find out. And then he got suddenly shy and very bright red as to the face, and cleared out. So far, so good, but it isn't far enough. Not yet. That's my present job. You'll get yours. Wasn't it wonderful I mean Halarkenden!
Then she went on to tell how, as she sat in a deep chair at the end of a long pergola where small, juicy leaves of Dorothy Perkins rose-vines and of crimson ramblers made a green May mist over the line of arches, Halarkenden had come down under them to her. "I believe I shall never be in a garden without expecting to see him stalk down a path," she said.
Or whether it wouldn't be simpler to pull a trigger when I went back to my room, instead of kicking and struggling day after day to be and feel some other way. I get so sick and tired of fighting myself you don't know. Anyhow, suddenly there was a rustle in the gold and purple hedge, and there was Robert Halarkenden.
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