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There's simplicity about his scorn, and he seems to have been brought up on facts, not on literature, like most of these young monkeys. The cousinship I don't think matters; Kirsteen brings in too strong an out-strain. He's HER son, not Tod's. But perhaps," he added, sighing, "it won't last." Flora shook her head. "It will last!" she said; "Nedda's deep."
She lingered kindly in Nedda's, feeling that the girl could not yet feel quite at home, and looking in the soap-dish lest she might not have the right verbena, and about the dressing-table to see that she had pins and scent, and plenty of 'pot-pourri, and thinking: 'The child is pretty a nice girl, not like her mother. Explaining carefully how, because of the approaching week-end, she had been obliged to put her in 'a very simple room' where she would be compelled to cross the corridor to her bath, she asked her if she had a quilted dressing-gown, and finding that she had not, left her saying she would send one and could she do her frocks up, or should Sirrett come?
Those elms had stood there when the old Moretons walked past them through corn-fields to church of a Sunday. Away on the left above the lake, the little walled mound had come in view. Something in Felix always stirred at sight of it, and, squeezing Nedda's arm, he said: "See that silly wall? Behind there Granny's ancients lived. Gone now new house new lake new trees new everything."
Then she and his mother were alone beside him. "Undo his boots," said Kirsteen. Nedda's fingers trembled, and she hated them for fumbling so, while she drew off those muddy boots. Then her aunt said softly: "Hold him up, dear, while I get his things off." And, with a strange rapture that she was allowed to hold him thus, she supported him against her breast till he was freed and lying back inert.
And, seeing Nedda's smile, for the girl recollected perfectly having admired it during dinner at Uncle John's, and at Becket itself, she said decisively, "So that's that!" and settled her down on the sofa. But just as she was thinking, 'I have the very thing for the dear child's sunburn, Nedda said: "Granny, dear, I've been meaning to tell you Derek and I are engaged."
"About the burglary business," he said confidently. "What did I do in the power station before I smashed the receptor?" The justice looked at Nedda's father's attorney. "Why," said that gentleman amiably, "speaking for the Power Board as complainant, before you smashed the standard receptor you connected a device of your own design across the power-leads.
"I've brought back my men," growled Hoddan, "and Nedda's taken care of. We're through here." He headed abruptly for the great hall's farthest door. His grandfather followed him briskly, and the negligent, matter-of-fact armed men who were mostly Hoddan's first and second cousins came after them. Outside the castle, Hoddan said angrily: "Why did you tell such a preposterous story, grandfather?"
He'd come out of the Embassy, again, by giving the watchers outside a view they urgently desired a figure secretly descending the Embassy wall. He'd indulged himself at the ambuscade, but the way to get back into the Embassy.... It was not far from Nedda's house to a public-safety kiosk, decoratively placed on a street corner. He entered it. It was unattended, of course.
It was the feeblest smile that ever was on lips, but it made the tears pour down Nedda's cheeks and trickle off on to his hands. Then, with a stoicism that she could not believe in, so hopelessly unreal it seemed, so utterly the negation of the tumult within her, she settled back again at his feet to watch and not excite him.
Nedda's father's attorney watched with bland eyes. Hoddan said impatiently: "Let's get started so this will make some sense! I know what I've done. What monstrous crime am I charged with?" "The charges against you," said the justice politely, "are that on the night of Three Twenty-seven last, you, Bron Hoddan, entered the fenced-in grounds surrounding the Mid-Continent power receptor station.
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