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She turned and for a moment looked into Nasmyth's eyes, as she added simply: "Good luck to you." She dropped her hand upon the little box, and in another moment or two a rent opened in the smooth-worn stretch of rock above the fall. Out of it there shot a blaze of light that seemed to grow in brilliance with incredible swiftness, until it spread itself apart in a dazzling corruscation.
Each of them gasped with sincere relief when he scrambled out of the whirling pool. They reached a strip of uncovered rock that stretched across part of the wider hollow above the fall, and stood there drenched and shivering for several minutes, scarcely caring to speak as they gazed at the channel which the stream had cut through the midst of it. Wheeler dropped his hand on Nasmyth's shoulder.
The girl flushed. This was, she felt, regrettable, but she could not help it, for the man's keenness was disconcerting, and she was, also, a little indignant with him. She had recognized that Derrick Nasmyth's character had its defects, but she was by no means prepared to admit it to his relatives.
Nasmyth's and Carpenter's beautifully illustrated volume was succeeded, after two years, by a still more weighty contribution to lunar science in Mr. Neison's well-known book, accompanied by a map, based on the survey of Beer and Mädler, but adding some 500 measures of positions, besides the representation of several thousand new objects.
Gordon noticed the hard glint in Nasmyth's eyes, and knew that now when he was being pushed back to the wall he meant to fight, and would not shrink from a sacrifice. They had driven that uncompleted heading at a heavy cost, cutting at first an open gallery in the face of the rock, drenched with the spray of the fall.
A faint flush crept into Nasmyth's bronzed face, but Wisbech smiled reassuringly as he glanced about the hut. "The question is what all this is leading to," he observed with inquiry in his tone. Gordon rose. "I'll go along and talk to the boys," he announced. "I won't be back for an hour or two." Nasmyth glanced at Wisbech before he turned to his comrade.
She started. This was a painful surprise, though she now wondered why she had never suspected it. He had met the girl frequently before his accident, and she had since gone over to Nasmyth's to talk with him now and then; yet, for some not very obvious reason, nobody seemed to have contemplated the possibility of his falling in love with her. Mrs.
Nasmyth's house was old it had been built out of the remains of a Border pele and the room was paneled to the ceiling and very simply furnished. It had an ancient look and an ancient smell, and the few articles of plain oak furniture harmonized with it. The window stood wide open, and the fragrance of a grove of silver firs outside drifted in.
"My dear," she urged, "you mustn't brood over it. Lisle's condition's satisfactory. As it's some hours since we got Nasmyth's message, I sent a man over and he has just come back." "I'm glad you sent," Gladwyne responded. "It was thoughtful. I forgot; but I've been badly troubled." She sat down near him, with her hand laid caressingly on his arm. "It's natural; I understand and feel for you.
Eh, bairns! if I could have but had a glimpse of all the years that have been since then, of all the `goodness and mercy' that has passed before us, now my thankless murmurs, and my unbelieving fears would have been rebuked!" They were on their way up the hill to spend the afternoon at Mr Nasmyth's, and Mr Millar was with them.
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