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She was, however, conscious that there was something beneath her feet which forced her, if she was to sit comfortably, rather close against her companion; and it seemed expedient to point it out. "Can't you move a little? I can't get my feet fixed right," she said. Hawtrey looked down at her with a smile. "I'm afraid I can't unless I get right outside. Aren't you happy there?"
It was, however, evident that this girl had an unquestioning faith in Gregory Hawtrey, and once more Wyllard felt compassionate towards her. He wondered if she would have retained it had the man spent those four years in England instead of Canada: for it was clear from the contrast between her and her picture that she had grown in many ways since she had given her promise to her lover.
Hastings?" she asked. Hawtrey's lip curled. "No," he said, "if she'll excuse me, I don't think I do. If you tell her you have been successful, she'll probably be quite content." Agatha went out without another word. Hawtrey lighted his pipe and stretched himself out in his chair, when he heard the wagon drive away a few minutes later. He did not like Mrs.
Sally glanced up at him with a little nod. "You take hold with a good grip. Everybody allows that," she said. "The trouble is you let things go afterwards. You don't stay with it." "Yes," assented Hawtrey. "I believe you have hit it, Sally. That's very much what's the matter with me." "Then," said the girl with quiet insistence, "won't you try?" A faint flush crept into Hawtrey's face.
Agatha remembered that she was still pledged to him and determinedly brushed these thoughts aside. Hawtrey entered a room where, with a paper in his hand, Wyllard sat awaiting him. "I asked you to drive over here because it would save time," said Wyllard. "I have to go in to the railroad at once. Here's a draft of the scheme I suggested.
Mamma dear, you are just like Thothmes, who said: 'Better late than never'!" "Who is 'Thothmes'?" Her ladyship knew perfectly well. "Well Lincoln's Inn Fields if you prefer it! Mr. Hawtrey. He's like a cork that won't come out. I cannot understand people like you and Mr. Hawtrey. I suppose you will say that you and he are not in it, and I am?" "I shall say nothing, my dear. I never do."
"It's going to hurt, Gregory, but I have got to get you in," she warned him. Then she gasped, for Hawtrey was a man of full stature, and it was a heavy lift. She could not raise him wholly, and he cried out once when his injured leg trailed in the snow. Still, with the most strenuous effort she had ever made she moved him a yard or so, and then staggering fell with her side against the sleigh.
Worcester is a fairy-land; and then to catch tortoises walking about, and to see 'baviaans', and snakes and secretary birds eating them! and then people have the impudence to think I must have been 'very dull! Sie merken's nicht, that it is THEY who are dull. Dear Dr. Hawtrey! he must have died just as I was packing up the first Caffre Testament for him!
"You're not going for any more either." It was, no doubt, not the speech a well-trained English maiden would have made, but, though Hawtrey smiled rather curiously, it fell inoffensively from Sally's lips.
He had, however, not sufficiently counted on Sally's knowledge of his victim's affairs, or her quickness of wit, for she turned to Hawtrey with a commanding gesture. "Where are you going to get 3,000 dollars from?" she asked. The blood crept into Hawtrey's face, for this was a thing he could not tell her; but a swift suspicion flashed into her mind as she looked at him.
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