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Updated: May 13, 2025
He looked for the signs of the reckless dissipated life he was supposed to have led, and found them not. Lapelle's eyes were bright and clear, his skin unblemished, his hand steady, his infrequent smile distinctly engaging. The slight, disdainful twist never left the corner of his mouth, however.
"Then, you knew about it before I told you?" he exclaimed. "No. You brought me word of Jasper Suggs this morning. You said he was staying at Martin Hawk's cabin. You may have forgotten what I said to you at the time. Now you bring me word that Barry Lapelle's plot was hatched at Martin Hawk's.
You may be sure of one thing. If I were not your brother I would be Barry Lapelle's most determined rival." She did not laugh at this. On the contrary, her eyes clouded. "The funny part of it is, Kenny, I have been wondering what would have happened if you had come here as a total stranger and not as my relation." Then she smiled whimsically.
He drew off to one side to allow them to pass, doffing his beaver ceremoniously. Lapelle's friendly greeting did not surprise him, for the two had seen a great deal of each other, and at no time had there been anything in the lover's manner to indicate that Viola had confided to him the story of the meeting in the thicket.
Never been seen at a church meetin'. She makes her daughter go whenever there's a meetin', but as fer herself, no, sirree. 'Course, I understand why she's so sot ag'inst Barry. She's purty well off an' the girl will be rich some day." "Shucks!" exclaimed Eliza. "Barry Lapelle's after her 'cause she's the purtiest girl him or anybody else has ever seen.
Earlier in the week he had ridden out to Isaac Stain's. The hunter had no additional news to give him, except that Barry, after spending a day with Martin Hawk, had gone down to Attica by flat-boat and was expected to return to Lafayette on the packet Paul Revere, due on Monday or Tuesday. Lapelle's extended absence from the town was full of meaning.
"You were at Phineas Striker's last night?" "Yes. We had lost our way and came to his place just before the storm," said Kenneth, watching his companion narrowly. Lapelle's face was a study. Doubt, indecision, even dismay, were expressed in swift succession. "Then you must have met, but no, it isn't likely," he said, in some confusion.
Kenneth hesitated a moment, enjoying the other's discomfiture. Then he said: "I met no one there except my sister, who also happened to be spending the night with the Strikers." The colour faded from Lapelle's face, leaving it a sickly white. "Were you in any way responsible for well, for her departure, Mr. Gwynne?" he demanded, his eyes flaming with swift, sudden anger.
So far as I know, you are the only person left in the world who knows that I was not his wife, the only one who knows that I am still Rachel Carter. No matter what this man Braley may know, or what he may tell, he But we are wasting time. Viola must be wondering. Now as to this plan of Barry Lapelle's. I think I can safely assure you that nothing will come of it."
There was something in his eyes that caused her own to waver, something that by no account could be described as brotherly. She looked away, suddenly timid and confused. It was something she had seen in Barry Lapelle's eyes, and in the eyes of other ardent men. She was flustered and a little distressed. "I I if you mean that," she said, nervously, "I suppose I ought to feel flattered."
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