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She caught his arm, and one of her hands seized the cold steel of the pistol. "Would he dare?" she demanded. "You can't tell," replied Aldous, putting the gun in his pocket. "And that was a creepy sort of conversation to load you down with, wasn't it, Ladygray? I imagine you'll catch me in all sorts of blunders like that." He pointed ahead. "There's Mrs. Otto now.
"Joanne Ladygray you are not speaking of Daniel Gray Sir Daniel Gray, the Egyptologist, the antiquarian who uncovered the secrets of an ancient and wonderful civilization in the heart of darkest Africa?" "Yes." "And you are his daughter?" She bowed her head. Like one in a dream John Aldous rose from his chair and went to her. He seized her hands and drew her up so that they stood face to face.
For the first time she betrayed the struggle she was making against some powerful emotion which she was fighting to repress. Her face had paled. She stopped herself with a quick breath, as if knowing that she had already gone too far. "I guess I understand," said Aldous. "For some reason your anxiety is not that you will find him dead, Ladygray, but that you may find him alive."
"Yes." Her voice was low and quiet now, her eyes were serious, and she was not smiling. "I know I know," he groaned, and there was a deep thrill in his voice. "It's been only two days after all, Ladygray. It seems like like a lifetime. I don't want you to think badly of me. God knows I don't!" "No, no. I don't," she said quickly and gently. "You are the finest gentleman I ever knew, John Aldous.
I haven't found a name, until now one that fits. I shall call her Ladygray!" He felt the girl flinch. He was surprised at the sudden startled look that shot into her eyes, the swift ebbing of the colour from her cheeks. He drew away his hand at the strange change in her. He noticed how quickly she was breathing that the fingers of her white hands were clasped tensely. "You object," he said.
"You are no longer afraid, Ladygray? That which you dreaded " "Is dead," she said. "And you, John Aldous? Without knowing, seeing me only as you have seen me, do you think that I am terrible?" "No, could not think that." Her hand touched his arm. "Will you go out there with me, in the sunlight, where we can look down upon the little lake?" she asked.
As she jumped up with the pan of potatoes, leaving the one still speared on the end of his knife, he caught only the corner of a bewitching smile. "You still believe that I will be unable to take care of myself up at this terrible Tête Jaune?" she asked, bending for a moment over the table. "Do you?" "No. You can care for yourself anywhere, Ladygray," he repeated.
He had spoken of certain adventures that had led up to the writing of one of his books. "And this last book you are writing, which you call 'Mothers," she said. "Is it to be like 'Fair Play?" "It was to have been the last of the trilogy. But it won't be now, Ladygray. I've changed my mind." "But it is so nearly finished, you say?" "I would have completed it this week.
And this spring old Donald came almost to the end of his quest. He knows, now; he knows where that little treasure valley is hidden in the mountains, he knows where to find the cave!" "He found her he found her?" she cried. "After all those years he found her?" "Almost," said Aldous softly. "But the great finale in the tragedy of Donald MacDonald's life is yet to come, Ladygray.
"You have lived that life, Ladygray?" he said after a moment. "You have seen it?" "Yes," she nodded, clasping and unclasping her slim white hands. "For years and years, perhaps even more than you, John Aldous! I was born in it. And it was my life for a long time until my father died." She paused, and he saw her struggling to subdue the quivering throb in her throat.
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