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He was born near Aberdarron in Caernarvonshire, and in order to make me understand the position of the place, and its bearing with regard to some other places, he drew marks in the coal-dust on the earth. His father was a Baptist minister, who when Morgan was about six years of age, went to live at Canol Lyn, a place at some little distance from Port Heli.
She felt the answer meant much, so she paused. "After dinner, Con, and come right up to to my workshop." "I will be there early." Lynda was never more her merry old self than she was at dinner; but she was genuinely relieved when Brace told her he was going out. "What are you going to do, Lyn?" he asked. "Why go up to my workshop. I've neglected things horribly, lately."
The captain stared in frank astonishment as MacRae got stiffly out of his saddle and helped Lyn to the ground. Then he snapped out some sharp question, but the gray-haired one silenced him with a gesture. "Softly, softly, Stone," he said. "Let the man explain voluntarily."
There are some queer snake fences in the flat, and a big brook or two, but Peacock has been over every inch of it before, and you may trust in him implicitly. Good bye! I'm going up the road with Jem to drive it from the upper end." And off he went at a merry trot, with the hounds gamboling about his stirrups, and Jem Lyn running at his best pace to keep up with him.
Literally, we set about reviving Hicks, with a view to learning from him what had become of Lyn Rowan. He and Bevans undoubtedly knew, and as Bevans persisted in his defiant sullenness, refusing to open his mouth for other purpose than to curse us vigorously, we turned to Hicks.
These oral inanities only served to make Lyn give me the benefit of a look of amused wonder. "Dear me," she laughed at last. "I wonder what weighty matter is crushing you to the earth. If you've got anything on your conscience, Sarge, for goodness' sake confess. I'll give you absolution, if you like, and then perhaps you'll be a little more cheerful."
"Being you, Lyn, you couldn't have taken the money, yourself, particularly if you had declined to marry me. A lesser woman would have done it without a qualm, feeling justified in outwitting so cruel a thing as the bequest; but not you! You saw no other way, so you you with your high ideals and clear beliefs you married the man I am in order to to give me my own. Oh, Lyn, what a sacrifice!"
Then something happened it doesn't matter what it was it was a foolish, ugly thing, but it had to be something. And Con thought I had never forgiven the the first love that I had sacrificed myself for him in marriage! And no woman could bear that." "My poor, dear Lyn." "Can't you see, Betty, it all comes from the idiotic idea that men some men have about women.
There was a fight over it, you see, and he was shot. Mac and I came across him but not soon enough." I stopped and got out cigarette material in an absent sort of way. My lips, I remember, were almighty dry just then. "And dad?" Lyn was looking at me intently, and her voice was steady; that squeezed kind of steadiness that is almost worse than tears. "He wasn't with Rutter."
Somehow he believed that in the years ahead, after she understood, Lynda would be glad that he had asked this from her. "But why the hurry, Con?" she naturally questioned; "if people are going to be so spasmodic I'll have to get a partner. It may be all right, looked at financially, but it's the ruination of art." "But this is a special case, Lyn." "They're all special cases."
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