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"She does not use that name," returned Garth imperturbably. Mabyn turned furiously to Natalie. "Who is this man?" he cried, his cracked voice sliding into falsetto; "this sleek young sprig that rides alone with you through the country! I demand to know! I have a right to know!" "I admit no right!" Natalie said firmly. Mabyn, beside himself with jealous rage, no longer knew what he said.
Why, he never cared a bit for you never! or he would never turn at a moment's notice and insult you." "I have deserved it all; it is every word of it true; he could not have written otherwise." That was all that Wenna would say between her sobs. "Well," retorted Mabyn, "after all, I am glad he was angry. I did not think he had so much spirit.
"Not kill you, perhaps," she said; "but bring you down, helpless!" Tears threatened here; and Garth was silenced. Opening the shutter in Natalie's room, they could still command a view of the other camp. Grylls and Mabyn were visible; and at intervals the two women appeared. Xavier was missing. "He will be watching us," Natalie said.
You don't catch me doing that with either of them. I've had a warning already when I hinted that Mabyn might probably manage to keep her husband in good order. And so she would, I believe, if the husband were not of the right sort; but when she is really fond of anybody, she becomes their slave out and out.
Rina, bethinking herself at last that her Cree was wasted on him, went back to English. "You wait!" she cried threateningly. "Bam-bye, her bone, him grow together, and she all the time cry of pain! Then you want me bad, and I not come! She will have fever and die!" She passionately threw down the leaves she had brought and ground them under her heel. "Mabyn is unhurt!"
Then, looking to his gun, he set off a second time for the shack. From the circumstance of Rina's pausing at the door, he was well assured that Mabyn was within. He had marked that the door stood open. On his way, he paused to examine the ancient dugout lying at the mouth of the watercourse; and found it in a sufficiently seaworthy condition to answer his purpose. A paddle lay in the bottom.
Mabyn, miscalculating, or losing his head, suddenly scurried for the next rock. Garth had marked it. Mabyn gained it, but before he could pull his legs after him the rifle spoke. There was a scream of pain; and Mabyn's body, sliding from behind the rock, rolled and dropped heavily from stone to stone.
Mabyn took the letters; and thrusting them carelessly in his pocket one fell to the ground and lay there unheeded snatched back at Natalie's hand, and attempted to retain it. Reining her horse back, she wrenched it free. A little shame reached the seat of Mabyn's consciousness. He reddened. "I'm not a leper," he muttered. "You came to me of your own free will, didn't you?"
Could you stand it?" he demanded almost sternly. "I am perfectly well and strong," answered Natalie. "That is quite so, happily," said Mrs. Mabyn. "Otherwise, I would not hear of it for a moment." "If the Bishop's wife can stand it, certainly I can," said Natalie. "But she is obliged to do it," said Garth. "So am I!" said Natalie quickly. There was an awkward pause.
"Mabyn, leave us alone for a moment or two," said Wenna, turning away so as to hide the tears on her face. "I will not. I want to speak a word or two to Mr. Roscorla." "Mabyn, I want you to go away just now." Mabyn went over to her sister and took her by the hand: "Wenna, dear, go away to your own room. You've had quite enough you are trembling all over. I suppose he'll make me tremble next."
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