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The MacQuern, with native reluctance to give something for nothing, had determined to have the pleasure of knowing the young lady for whom he was to lay down his life; and this purpose he had, by the simple stratagem of his own handkerchief, achieved. "You will do nothing of the sort," interposed the Duke. "There," said Zuleika, still retaining The MacQuern's hand, "you see, it is forbidden.
It splintered under his weight. He leapt heavily but well, followed by some uprooted geraniums. Squaring his shoulders, he threw back his head, and doubled down the slope. There was a violent jostle between the remaining men. The MacQuern cannily got out of it, and rushed downstairs. He emerged at the front-door just after Marraby touched ground. The Baronet's left ankle had twisted under him.
He said he would do anything anything. Peace was restored. The MacQuern had relieved Melisande of her burden; and to him was the privilege of bearing it, in procession with his adored and her quelled mentor, towards the Hall. Zuleika babbled like a child going to a juvenile party. This was the great night, as yet, in her life.
Again she went among the crowd, attended by The MacQuern; and the loans priceless now because she had touched them were in due course severally restored. When she took the canister from her acolyte, only the two studs remained in it. Not since the night of her flitting from the Gibbs' humble home had Zuleika thieved. Was she a back-slider?
A Herculean figure filled the doorway. "The Junta is honoured," said the Duke, bowing to his guest. "Duke," said the newcomer quietly, "the honour is as much mine as that of the interesting and ancient institution which I am this night privileged to inspect." Turning to Sir John and The MacQuern, the Duke said "I present Mr. Abimelech V. Oover, of Trinity."
The Duke found voice. "Are you mad?" he asked, clutching at his throat. "Are you all mad?" "No, Duke," said Mr. Oover. "Or, if we are, you have no right to be at large. You have shown us the way. We take it." "Just so," said The MacQuern, stolidly. "Listen, you fools," cried the Duke. But through the open window came the vibrant stroke of some clock.
He bowed awkwardly, and, holding out the handkerchief, said to her "I beg your pardon, but I think you dropped this. I have just picked it up." Zuleika looked at the handkerchief, which was obviously a man's, and smilingly shook her head. "I don't think you know The MacQuern," said the Duke, with sulky grace. "This," he said to the intruder, "is Miss Dobson."
The tragic passion of the crowd was merged in mere awkwardness. There was a general movement towards the College gate. Zuleika was putting her tricks back into the great casket, The MacQuern assisting her. The Scots, as I have said, are a shy race, but a resolute and a self-seeking. This young chieftain had not yet recovered from what his heroine had let him in for.
The Duke threw a prehensile hand on the casket, and, coldly glaring at The MacQuern, pointed with his other hand towards the College gate. He, and he alone, was going to see Zuleika home. It was his last night on earth, and he was not to be trifled with. Such was the message of his eyes. The Scotsman's flashed back a precisely similar message.
And let me remind you," he added, with a glance at his watch, "that you ought not to keep The MacQuern waiting for luncheon." "That is unworthy of you," she said. There was in her eyes a look that made the words sound as if they had been spoken by a dumb animal. "You have sent him an excuse?" "No, I have forgotten him." "That is unworthy of you.
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