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We want to see the muss cleared up, of course; we want Shon McGann to act like a high-toned citizen, and there's a general prejudice in favour of things bein' on the flat of your palm, as it were. Now this thing hangs fire, and there's a lack of animation about it, isn't there?" To this, Pretty Pierre replied: "What can I do? This is not like other things; one had to wait; great things take time.
The priest bowed his head, and said: "These are strange, sad things, my child; and they shall seem stranger to you when you hear all." "When I hear all! Ah, tell me, father, do you know Shon McGann? Can you take me to him?" "I know him, but I do not know where he is.
He seemed to take no interest in Trafford's remarks, nor in the tale that Shangi the Indian had told them; though Shangi and his tale were both sufficiently uncommon to justify attention. Shon McGann was more impressionable.
The priest bowed his head, and said: "These are strange, sad things, my child; and they shall seem stranger to you when you hear all." "When I hear all! Ah, tell me, father, do you know Shon McGann? Can you take me to him?" "I know him, but I do not know where he is.
"Shon McGann, it is for you to make the sign of the Cross... there, while I put my hand on your shoulder so!" "Your hand is heavy, Pierre." "This is the sight of the eyes that see. In the Valley there is snow; in the snow of all that was, there is one poppet-head of the mine that was called St. Gabriel... upon the poppet-head there is the figure of a woman." "Ah!" "She does not move "
There, do you not hear them? It is midnight listen!" He listened, and Pierre and Shon McGann looked at each other apprehensively, while Shon's fingers felt hurriedly along the beads of a rosary which he did not hold. Yes, they heard it, a deep sonorous sound: "Is the daybreak come?" "It is still the night," came the reply as of one clear voice.
For fifteen years, and whithersoever Webb was ordered, his bachelor ménage had been presided over by Mistress Margaret McGann, wife of a former trooper, who had served as Webb's "striker" for so many a year in the earlier days that, when discharged for disability, due to wounds, rheumatism and advancing years, and pensioned, as only Uncle Sam rewards his veterans, McGann had begged the major to retain him and his buxom better half at their respective duties, and Webb had meekly, weakly yielded, to the end that in the fulness of time Dame Margaret had achieved an ascendancy over the distinguished cavalry officer little short of that she had exercised over honest Michael since the very day she consented to become Mistress McGann.
We want to see the muss cleared up, of course; we want Shon McGann to act like a high-toned citizen, and there's a general prejudice in favour of things bein' on the flat of your palm, as it were. Now this thing hangs fire, and there's a lack of animation about it, isn't there?" To this, Pretty Pierre replied: "What can I do? This is not like other things; one had to wait; great things take time.
"Envy Pretty-Pierre," she repeated, in distress; "are you Pretty Pierre? Ah, I might have known, I might have known!" "Yes, and so! Is not Pretty Pierre as good a name as Francois Rives? Is it not as good as Shon McGann?" "Oh, I see it all, I see it all now!" she said mournfully. "It was with you he quarrelled, and about me. He would not tell me what it was.
It was at this point that Shon McGann entered, looked round, nodded to all, and then came forward to the table where Pretty Pierre sat. As the other took out his watch, Shon said firmly but quietly: "Pierre, I gave you the lie to-day concerning me wife, and I'm here, as I said I'd be, to stand by the word I passed then." Pierre waved his fingers lightly towards the other, and slowly rose.
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