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Besides, it's agreed that I must not urge you." She studied him for a moment. "I do understand," she said, and then turned to Osborn. "I suppose you are trying to guard me, but I am not afraid. One gets tired of pretense and secret economy, and forced idleness has not much charm. Well, if Mr. Askew, knowing what he knows about us, is willing to run the risk "
The new and pretty habits of her life were in peril of being broken, and her reluctance that it should be so was keen. She got up and mended the fire and patted the cushions absently. She could hear Osborn talking to his son, and Ann busy in the kitchen. A man in the house was once more going to set the clock of life. Before Osborn had found what he sought she went to her bedroom.
A jealous native woman might be capable of playing stealthy tricks, which, to her strange mind, might seem to serve a proper end. Captain Osborn might not know. She breathed again as this thought came to her. He could not know; it would be too insane, too dangerous, too wicked.
And Julia inferred that husbands were mere brutes! Before Marie stepped out of bed, Osborn lighted the gas-fire in the bedroom; she mustn't get cold. She went into the bathroom, and he began to shave, in cold water. As he shaved, he remembered Great Scott! The dining-room fire. The dining-room grate in ashes. Wiping the lather hastily from his face, Osborn hastened out once more.
The others gathered up their tools and climbing into the carts drove down the dale. When they reached the Tarnside lodge Kit pulled up. "You have done a good job for Osborn and there's no reason you shouldn't get your pay," he said. Two or three jumped down, without much enthusiasm, and the old gardener came out and gave one an envelope. "For Mr. Askew," he remarked.
Men need reminding so often." "Osborn is rather different from most men," said Marie. "He is so very thoughtful; he made me some tea early this morning, and did the dining-room grate, and lighted the geyser, and everything." "That won't last, my dear," replied Mrs. Amber, in a tone of quiet authority, but not lamenting. "Osborn is not a man who changes, mother," said Marie.
"Oh, Osborn, don't be offended." "I'm not offended," he said shortly. "Good night, and thanks for staying in, and lighting the fire and all that." He did not remain to watch her slow progress down the stone stairs, but closed the door and went back to the fire. He pulled out his pipe, filled and lighted it.
"I sent you word that I would call," he said. "You did," Hayes agreed. "I was occupied when my clerk told me you were here." Osborn looked at him with some surprise. Hayes was very cool and not apologetic. "Well," he said, "you know what I want to talk about. I suppose you have seen Forsyth and Langdon about the renewal of their leases?" "Yes. Both state they'll go sooner than pay you extra rent."
Osborn, then resident magistrate at Newcastle in Natal, who is certainly not given to exaggeration, writing to the Secretary for Native Affairs thus: "From all I have been able to learn, Cetywayo's conduct has been, and continues to be, disgraceful. He is putting people to death in a shameful manner, especially girls.
Perhaps she had not told all and the little she had left out was important. By and by she got up and went into the house. Gerald Osborn came home next day and not long afterwards Kit found him lying on the gravel beside a tarn on the Ashness moor. Heavy rain had fallen, but the clouds had rolled away and the water shone with dazzling light.
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