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Everything, in fact, made for peace and goodwill between us; yet, because I had spoken with some levity about our incomplete spy system, McNab's wrath had come down on my head like the proverbial "hundred of bricks." "It seems strange," I had remarked to him, "that the Huns can always forestall our most carefully-prepared plans through their almost perfect spy system.
"Come, come," I laughed, "let us agree to differ about our er inferior spy system." "Superior," he insisted. I surrendered before the gleam of his eye. Fool that I had been, ever to have imagined that I could conquer McNab's steely glance! "Superior then, if you prefer it."
Away from home, hovering between life and death, and thrown on the tender mercies of strangers, Mrs. Dubois was filled with compassion and solicitude in his behalf. Having confidence in Mrs. McNab's skill as a nurse, she had not suspected that her partiality for a hot dose at night, would interfere with her faithfulness to her charge.
Burgess, hurried down the tramroad by his men, had tarried at Signal Hill only long enough to loose the surprised guard from their bonds, and taking the Woody Island boat was pulling with a fresh crew to the Neck. The reinforcement was not ten yards from the jetty. The Crow saw the danger, and, flinging himself into the water, desperately seized McNab's boat.
McNab's subdued state of mind and her genuine, unselfish wish to do all in her power to bring consciousness to the stricken form, she could not avoid, as she made one application after another, making also a few indicative observations to Mrs. Dubois. "Did ye hear what the preacher said to the young mon as we cam' alang?
The gold was weighed and divided, all sitting in a circle in the middle of the cabin floor, while Old Platte officiated at the scales with all the gravity and dignity which the responsible position called for. Mr. McNab's grocery and post-office at Blue Bar was the scene of much excitement and noisy revelry that evening and all the next day while the gold lasted.
Adèle, who had listened more patiently than she was wont, now turned and glancing at Aunt Patty, saw that she really looked humble and wishful, and two great tears were in her eyes. "Well, I will see", said she, struck with this new phase of Mrs. McNab's countenance. She went into the apartment, where they had just laid Mr. Somers upon a bed. In a few minutes, she returned.
As soon as it was over "the real Mr Elgood" darted upstairs to his own room, the remaining gentlemen strolled out of doors to smoke their pipes, and Mrs Macalister escorted Margot to the best parlour across the landing. It was a chill, yet fusty little apartment, the shrine of the accumulated treasures of Mrs McNab's lifetime.
She meekly allowed herself to be tied into a coarse white apron, and set to work on the big basket of berries with nimble fingers. Picking gooseberries is not a task which requires much skill or experience; perhaps quickness is the criterion by which it can best be tested, and Mrs McNab's sharp glances soon discovered that her new apprentice was no laggard at the work.
I caught sight of a sanctuary filled with woollen mats and wax flowers, with a real live piano in the corner. `The best parlour, I should say, and the pride of Mrs McNab's heart. I don't know if she will allow you to enter." "She will; but she won't have a fire. It has been spring-cleaned, and has a waterfall of green paper in the grate I can see it all!" Margot declared, with a shudder.
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