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"Ain't that a pretty horse?" said Mimy Lawson. "I've seen her look sorrowful, though," said Sarah Lowndes; "I've been up at the house when Miss Fortune was hustling everybody round, and as sharp as vinegar, and you'd think it would take Job's patience to stand it and for all there wouldn't be a bit of crossness in that child's face she'd go round, and not say a word that wasn't just so; you'd a thought her bread was all spread with honey, and everybody knows it ain't.
"I don't want a new silk dress; I am going to have a real pretty one made out of mother's wedding silk; she's had it laid by all these years, and she says I may have it. It's as good as new. I'm going over to Granby this morning to get it cut. When Imogen and Sarah Lawson came over last week they told me about a mantua-maker there who will cut it beautifully for a shilling."
Duane inferred just that from the interrupted remark. There was something wrong about the Mayor of Fairdale. Duane felt it. And he felt also, if there was a crooked and dangerous man, it was this Floyd Lawson. The innkeeper Laramie would be worth cultivating. And last in Duane's thoughts that night was Miss Longstreth.
Had the Kaffirs made a shrine of it, or were there other and strange votaries? When I returned to the house I found Travers with a message for me. Mr. Lawson was still in bed, but he would like me to go to him. I found my friend sitting up and drinking strong tea, a bad thing, I should have thought, for a man in his condition.
If she insists on going to the smoking-room! I must say something, or she'll want to go and fetch a cigar. But I can't think of anything. How difficult it is to keep one's wits about one after what has happened. 'Do let me fetch you a cigar. 'No, I assure you, Miss Lawson, that I do not want to smoke. Let's play tennis. 'Would you like to? 'No, I don't think I should.
"My dear old brother looks as if he had lost every friend in the world." Looking up Phillip Lawson saw a petite figure in white cambric frock standing at his elbow. The child put her arms around her brother's neck and looked steadily into the honest grey eyes, so full of thought and so striking in their depths. "Phillip, you are troubled, and you are hiding it from me.
First now, will you give Ray to me?" "Floyd; you talk like a spoiled boy. Give Ray to you! Why, she's a woman, and I'm finding out that she's got a mind of her own. I told you I was willing for her to marry you. I tried to persuade her. But Ray hasn't any use for you now. She liked you at first. But now she doesn't. So what can I do?" "You can make her marry me," replied Lawson.
She gave up the attempt at last it was impossible to write fully to her mother to-day. She would keep her precious secret a little longer. To tell it to Lady Lawson was to blazon it out to the world at large, and that was more than she could bear. She joined Francis after a while and found him looking better than on the previous evening.
Sad to relate none who went out ever returned to tell the sad story. Some waterman who afterwards passed the spot brought back the tidings that the trim little craft was a complete wreck and that so far the bodies had not been recovered. Strange as it may seem Montague Arnold suddenly aroused himself from his semi-brutal state and sent a lengthy cablegram to none other than Phillip Lawson.
He reduced his expenses by eating only one meal a day beside his breakfast; and he ate it, bread and butter and cocoa, at four so that it should last him till next morning. He was so hungry by nine o'clock that he had to go to bed. He thought of borrowing money from Lawson, but the fear of a refusal held him back; at last he asked him for five pounds.
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