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Merston looked across at her suddenly. "Did someone else have a try first? Did he have a row with Burke?" There was no evading the questions though she would fain have avoided the whole subject. In a very low voice Sylvia spoke of the violent scene she had witnessed. Mrs. Merston listened with interest, but with no great surprise. "Burke always was a savage," she commented.
They came at length, when the light was nearly gone, to a branching track that led to the Merstons' farm. Burke broke his silence again. "I must go over and see Merston in the morning." She felt the warm colour flood her face. How much had the Merstons heard? She murmured something in response, but she did not offer to accompany him.
"But after all, Kieff had tried to kill him a day or two before. Guy prevented that, so Donovan told me. What made Guy go off in such a hurry?" "I can't tell you," Sylvia said. Something in her reply struck Mrs. Merston. She became suddenly silent, and finished her task without another word.
"You don't look so blooming as you did," she remarked. "I hear you have had Guy Ranger on your hands." "Yes," Sylvia said, and coloured a little in spite of herself. "What has been the matter with him?" demanded Mrs. Merston. Sylvia hesitated, and in a moment the older woman broke into a grating laugh. "Oh, you needn't trouble to dress it up in polite language. I know the malady he suffers from.
She listened to the Burial Service, read by Merston in his simple sincere fashion, and she felt as if all grief or regret were utterly out of place. She and Burke, standing hand in hand, had been lifted above earthly things. And again there came to her the thrilling certainty that Guy was safe. She wondered if, in his own words, he had forgotten it all and started afresh.
Sylvia assured her that she would not, and declared it would do her good to make herself useful. "Aren't you that at home?" said Mrs. Merston. "Well, there are plenty of Kaffirs to do the work. I am not absolutely necessary to Burke's comfort," Sylvia explained. "I thought you were," Matilda Merston's pale eyes gave her a shrewd glance.
Merston who seemed half-afraid of her own action. "You must get your husband to take you to Brennerstadt for the races," she said. "It would make a change for you. It's a shame for a girl of your age to be buried in the wilderness." "I really haven't begun to be dull yet," Sylvia said. "No, perhaps not. But you'll get nervy and unhappy.
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