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"Have you any idea what it is, Carnac?" Carnac laughingly shook his head. "That's his way. He's always bluffing. He does it to make believe the game's his, and to destroy my confidence. He's a man of mark, but he's having the biggest fight he ever had of that I'm sure. . . . Do you think I'll win?" he asked Junia presently with a laugh, as they made their way down the river.
Tarboe did not see Junia that evening nor for many evenings, but Carnac and Junia met the next day in her own house. He came on her as she was arranging the table for midday dinner.
It isn't strange she hasn't moved in the thing till now. It was I that should have acted; and she knew that. She means business, that's clear, and it'll be hard to prove I didn't marry her with eyes wide open. It gets between me and my work and my plans for the future; between " "Between you and Junia," she said mournfully.
"He said in one part of it: 'When you come back here to play your part you'll make it a success, the whole blessed thing. I've no idea what he meant by that. I don't think he wants me as a partner, and I'll give him no chance of it. I don't want now what I could have had when Fabian left. That's all over, Junia." "He meant something by it; he's a very able man," she replied gravely.
"He said in one part of it: 'When you come back here to play your part you'll make it a success, the whole blessed thing. I've no idea what he meant by that. I don't think he wants me as a partner, and I'll give him no chance of it. I don't want now what I could have had when Fabian left. That's all over, Junia." "He meant something by it; he's a very able man," she replied gravely.
"The only poetry I know is the sound of your voice in the wind, the laughter of your lips in the sun, the delight of your body in the heavenly flowers. Yes, I've drunk you in the wild woods; I've trailed you on the river; I've heard you in the grinding storm always the same, the soul of all beautiful things. Junia, you shall not put me away from you.
Junia saw the impression she had made, and set it down to her last words. "Where did you first meet him? What was the way of it?" she added. Suddenly Junia came forward and put her hands on Luzanne's shoulders. "I think you loved Carnac once, and perhaps you love him now, and are only trying to hurt him out of anger. If you destroy him, you will repent of it so soon!
There it was and you were to blame." "But why should you defend her, Junia?" Her tongue became bitter now. "Just as you would, if it was some one else and not yourself." His head was sunk on his breast, his eyes were burning. "It was a horrible thing for Barouche to plan." "Why so horrible? If you were hiding a marriage for whatever reason, it should be known to all whose votes you wanted."
There was but one thing to do to go away, to put this world of French Canada behind him, and leave her free to follow her fancy, or some one else's fancy. Or some one else's fancy? There was Tarboe. Tarboe had taken from him the place in the business which should be his; he had displaced him in his father's affections . . . and now Junia! He held out a hand to the girl.
Yet now that disaster had come, there was a glimmer of remorse, of revolt, because there was some one besides himself who might think he had thrown away his chances. He did not know that over on the mountain-side, vituperating the memory of the dead man, Junia was angry only for Carnac's sake. With the black storm of sudden death roaring in his ears, he had a sense of freedom, almost of licence.
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