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Destiny playing in the crux of war's inconsistencies had formed a bond between them. "But, go on, Lanny. Play your part as you see it as Westerling sees his and Feller his and I mine," she said. "That is the only logic clear to me; only I can't play any more. I haven't the strength." "Yes, I shall go on, Marta," he replied, "but you must not.
Confession that makes Lanny, not Westerling, your dupe!" came the reply, which might have been telegraphed into her mind from the high, white forehead of Partow bending over his maps. "Confession, betraying the cause of the right against the wrong; the three to the conquering five! No! You are in the things. You may not retreat now."
"Forgotten already, like the many other thousandth chances that have failed," he replied cheerfully. "One of the virtues of Partow's steel automatons is that, being tearless as well as passionless, they never cry over spilt milk. And now," he went on soberly, "we must be saying good-by." "Good-by, Lanny? Why, what do you mean?" She was startled.
We're going to have the children from both La Tir and South La Tir!... The only trouble is that if Lanny keeps on giving Partow all the credit for the good work he will succeed in making everybody think that every time he winked after Partow's death it was according to Partow's directions for the conduct of the war!"
Marta, grown restless with impatience, suggested to Lanstron that they stroll in the garden, and they took the path past the house toward the castle tower, stopping in an arbor with high hedges on either side around a statue of Mercury. "Now!" exclaimed Marta narrowly. "It was you, Lanny, who recommended Feller to us as a gardener, competent though deaf!"
"Lanny, there have been moments when I would have liked to fly to your arms. There have been moments when I have had the call that comes to every woman in answer to a desire. Yet I was not ready. When I really go it must be in a flame, in answer to your flame!" "You mean I ." But if the flame were about to burst forth she smothered it in the spark.
As she faced around her eyes glittered in the lantern's rays. "Well, have you any other little tricks to show me? Are you a sleight-of-hand artist, too, Lanny? Are you going to take a machine gun out of your hat?" "That is the whole bag," he answered. "I thought you'd rather see it than have it described to you."
I thought best that she should know everything," said Lanstron. "Everything!" exclaimed Feller. "Everything " the word caught in his throat. "You mean my story, too?" He was neither young nor old now. He seemed nondescript and miserable. "She knows who I am?" he asked. "Yes!" Lanstron answered. "Lanny!" This almost reproachfully, as if the ethics of friendship had been abused. "Yes.
After helping to send men to death I went under fire myself, and and that helped." She could be kind to Feller but not to Lanstron. He was not a child. He was Lanny, who, as she thought of him now, did nothing except by calculation. "Yes, that would help," he agreed, wincing as from a knife thrust. Her old taunt: sending men to death and taking no risk himself!
There's been romance and destiny in the whole business for us both, Lanny. And you you are acting chief of staff! I forgot to congratulate you, Your Excellency. Your Excellency! Think of that! But it's no surprise to me. Didn't we go to school together? How could any one ever go to school with me and not be a great man? And I'm wearing a flower in my buttonhole! La, la, la!"
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