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She drove with Walter Hine that morning, and something of his own irritability seemed to have passed into her; so that he turned to her and asked: "What have I done? Aren't you pleased with me? Why are you angry?" "I am not angry," she replied, turning her great gray eyes upon him. "But if you wish to know, I miss something." So much she owned.
It was very still; no sound was heard at all but the movement in the camp; even on the glacier a thousand feet below, where all night long the avalanches had thundered, in the frost of the early morning there was silence. Garratt Skinner looked upward. "We shall have a good day," he said; and then he looked quickly toward Walter Hine. "How did you sleep, Wallie?" "Very little.
"You did very well, Wallie very well. It was not altogether nice, was it? But you won't have to go back." Walter Hine had indeed crossed the glacier without complaint. There had been times when he had shivered, times when his heart within him had swelled with a longing to cry out, "Let us go back!" But he had not dared.
She had never understood the episode of the lighted window; she did not know that her father was Gabriel Strood, of whose exploits in the Alps she had read; she believed that all danger to Walter Hine was past. Chayne on the other hand knew that hardly at any time could Hine have stood in greater peril. To Chamonix he must go; and to Chamonix he must take Sylvia too.
"Penny points, a sixpenny ante and a shilling limit," he said. "Then no harm will be done to any one. The black counters a shilling, the red sixpence, and the white ones a penny. You have each a pound's worth," he said as he dealt them out. Sylvia rose from her chair. "I think I will go to bed." Wallie Hine turned round in his chair, holding his counters in his hand.
Did you lose any of your first quarter's allowance to him besides the thousand?" Walter Hine lit his cigar and answered reluctantly: "Yes." "All of it?" "Oh no, no, not all of it." Jarvice did not press for the exact amount. He walked to the window and stood there with his hands in his pockets and his back toward his visitor. Walter Hine watched his shoulders in suspense and apprehension.
"I will never forgive you the distress you have caused to Sylvia," he said. But Garratt Skinner's eyes were upon Sylvia, and in his face, too, there was a humorous look of pride. She had courage. He remembered how she had confronted him when Walter Hine lay sick.
What if she stayed, strengthened her hold on Walter Hine and grappled with the three who were ranged against him? Walter Hine was, of course, and could be, nothing to her. He was the mere puppet, the opportunity of obedience to the law. It was of the law that she was thinking and of the voice of the man who had uttered it. She knew by using her knowledge, she could save a soul.
One day, one o' de boys poked he finger at Miss Anne, an' arfter school Marse Chan he axed 'im 'roun' hine de school-house out o' sight, an' ef he didn' whop 'im! "Marse Chan, he wuz de peartes' scholar ole Mr. Hall hed, an' Mr. Hall he wuz mighty proud o' 'im.
"Meanwhile, as to Barstow and his thousand pounds. I must think the matter over. Barstow will not press you for a day or two. Just leave me your address the address in Dorsetshire." He dipped a pen in the ink and handed it to Hine. Hine took it and drew a sheet of paper toward him. But he did not set the pen to the paper.
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