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In the meadow beyond a cow was brushing against the hedge. And, stealing along the grass, out on to the tow-path, she went swiftly towards the poplar. A hundred times in these days of her absence Lennan had been on the point of going down, against her orders, just to pass the house, just to feel himself within reach, to catch a glimpse of her, perhaps, from afar.
And Lennan worked on, waiting. There was always something attractive to him in this young man's broad, good-looking face, with its crisp dark hair, and half-insolent good humour, now so clouded. At last Oliver got up, and went over to the unfinished 'Girl on the Magpie Horse. Turning to it so that his face could not be seen, he said: "You and Mrs.
It would still not be too late for her telegram Lennan never left his rooms till the midday post which brought her letters. She finished dressing, and knowing that she must show no trace of her excitement, sat quite still for several minutes, forcing herself into languor. Then she went down. Her husband had breakfasted and gone.
But now came a dreadful blow. His tutor's old guide had suddenly turned up, after a climb with a party of Germans. The war-horse had been aroused in Stormer. He wished to start that afternoon for a certain hut, and go up a certain peak at dawn next day. But Lennan was not to go. Why not?
In his voice, in those eyes of his, a little bloodshot, with their look of power, in his whole attitude, there was a sort of muffled menace, and contempt, as though he were thinking: "Step into my path, and I will crush you!" And Lennan thought: "How long must I sit here?"
I just wanted to tell you that I don't very much care that you should. It is as well to be quite frank, I think." Lennan bowed. "Is that not," he said, "perhaps rather a matter for HER decision?" That heavy figure those threatening eyes! The whole thing was like a dream come true! "I do not feel it so. I am not one of those who let things drift. Please understand me.
Then followed for young Lennan a strange time, when he never knew from minute to minute whether he was happy always trying to be with her, restless if he could not be, sore if she talked with and smiled at others; yet, when he was with her, restless too, unsatisfied, suffering from his own timidity.
He looked like an idol sitting there inert, and yet yesterday he had gone up that mountain! "Cheer up! You will break your neck yet! When I was your age, I remember feeling it deeply that I was not allowed to risk the lives of others." Lennan stammered out: "I didn't think of that; but I thought where Mrs. Stormer could go, I could." "Ah!
But his tutor only made her a little bow, and said with that smile of his: "Lennan and I have agreed that dancing is for the young." "Sometimes the old must sacrifice themselves. Mark, will you dance?" Behind him he heard his tutor murmur: "Ah! Lennan you betray me!" That little silent journey with her to the dancing-room was the happiest moment perhaps that he had ever known.
Then came Spring in earnest, and that real business of life the racing of horses 'on the flat, when Johnny Dromore's genius was no longer hampered by the illegitimate risks of 'jumpin'. He came to dine with them the day before the first Newmarket meeting. He had a soft spot for Sylvia, always saying to Lennan as he went away: "Charmin' woman your wife!"
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