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"Look here," he added, "this is the last day I'm going to wear these boots. He's got to buy me a pair without any brass clips on them, or I'll kick." "No, it isn't the last day you're going to wear them, Carnac." "It is. I wonder if all boys feel towards their father as I do to mine. He don't treat me right. He " "Oh, look," interrupted Junia. "Look-Carnac!" She pointed in dismay.
Junia nodded, and in her smile was understanding and conflict, for she felt this girl to be her foe. "We must have a talk that's sure," Luzanne said with decision. "Who are you?" asked Junia calmly. "I am Luzanne Larue." "That makes me no wiser." "Hasn't Carnac Grier spoken of me?" Junia shook her head, and turned her face towards the door of Madame Grandois' room.
No, I shan't be surprised, but I feel in my bones that I'm going to fight Barode Barouche into the last corner of the corral." "Don't be too sure of that, my son. Won't the thing that prevents your marrying Junia be a danger in this, if you go on?" Sullen tragedy came into his face, his lips set. The sudden paleness of his cheek, however, was lost in a smile.
Marmette, the subagent, would know of the incident between Junia and Luzanne; and he feared. Barouche might start for the station, overtake Luzanne and prevent her leaving. He drew close and kept his ears open. He was fortunate, he heard voices; Marmette was explaining to Barouche that Junia and Luzanne had gone to the station, as "Ma'm'selle" was bound for New York.
He nodded, smiling. "That's it; that's it, I hate the whole thing." She shook hands. As his hand enclosed her long slim fingers, he felt he wished never to let them go, they were so thrilling; but he did, for the thought of Luzanne came to his mind. "Good-bye, Junia, and don't forget that John Grier's firm is the foe of the Belloc business," he said satirically.
"Because I am the wife of Carnac Grier, and I know what will happen to him. . . . You turn pale, ma'm'selle, but your colour isn't going to alter the truth. I'm Carnac Grier's wife by the laws of New York State." "Does Monsieur Grier admit he is your husband?" "He must respect the law by which he married me." "I don't believe he was ever honestly married to you," declared Junia.
At first Junia shuddered, for Luzanne's presence made her uneasy; yet the girl must have good qualities, for she had brought comforts to the sick woman, and indeed, within, madame had spoken of the "dear beautiful stranger." That could be no other than this girl. She became composed. Yet she had a feeling that between them was a situation needing all her resources. About what?
"I will give it to Carnac, and he can do what he likes with it." By now the tears were streaming down the face of Luzanne Larue, and hard as it was for Junia, she tried to comfort her, for the girl should be got away at once, and only friendliness could achieve that. She would see Denzil he was near by, waiting. There would be a train in two hours for New York and the girl must take it-she must.
"I do not love you isn't that enough?" "Almost almost enough," he said, embarrassed. All Junia had ever felt of the soul of things was upon her as she arranged flowers and listened to the church bells ringing. "They seem to be always ringing," she said to herself, as she lightly touched the roses. "It must be a Saint's Day where's Denzil? Ah, there he is in the garden! I'll ask him."
When Carnac asked his question Junia smiled up at him. "Yes, I think you'll win, Carnac. You have the tide with you." Presently she added: "I'm not sure that you've got all the cards, though I don't know why, but I have that fear." "You think that " She nodded. "I think Monsieur Barouche has some cards he hasn't played yet. What they are I don't know, but he's confident.
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