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'Your pardon's begged, mem, said Archie, sourly turning to her; 'but as for that Peter body, the Lord keep me tongue fra' swearin', an' my hand from itching to gie him ain on the lug, when I think o' him. 'What's he been doing? asked Vandeloup, coolly. 'I am quite prepared to hear anything about him in his present state. 'It's just this, burst forth Archie, wrathfully.
"You will not go to Pardon's Drive again, will you, Aleck?" "Never again after Christmas Day, Mab. But I must go to-morrow. I have given my word." "I know. To meet Pretty Pierre and all the rest, and for what? Oh, Aleck, isn't the suspicion about your father enough, but you must put this on me as well?" "My father must suffer for his wrong-doing if he does wrong, and I for mine."
The sweet face of Susan as she had stood before him in the wheat-field was continually present to his eyes, and ere long, he began to place her, in his thoughts, in the old rooms at home, in the garden, among the thickets by the brook, and in Ann Pardon's pleasant parlor. Enough; his father's plan became his own long before the time was out.
The vagabond had paid his penalty, but desired no more of earth. Upon the door was scratched the one word: How! Between Archangel's Rise and Pardon's Drive there was but one house. It was a tavern, and it was known as Galbraith's Place. There was no man in the Western Territories to whom it was not familiar.
He fell to thinking again "and child and child," it was in his ears and in his heart. But Pretty Pierre was singing softly to himself in the room at Pardon's Drive: "Three good friends with the wine at night Vive la compagnie! Two good friends when the sun grows bright Vive la compagnie! Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour! Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
"Now, don't go for to take 'em off, Mr. Jake," said she. "I spec' you're gwine down to Pardon's, and so you jist keep 'em on to show 'em all how nice you KIN look." The same thought had already entered Jacob's mind. Poor fellow! It was the highest form of pleasure of which he had ever allowed himself to conceive.
He fell to thinking again "and child and child," it was in his ears and in his heart. But Pretty Pierre was singing softly to himself in the room at Pardon's Drive: "Three good friends with the wine at night Vive la compagnie! Two good friends when the sun grows bright Vive la compagnie! Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour! Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
She let the question approach her, whether Chillon could pardon Lord Fleetwood. She, with no idea of benignness, might speak pardon's word to him, on a late autumn evening years hence, perhaps, or to his friends to-morrow, if he would considerately keep distant.
"You can't go in," said the policeman drily. "Why can't I go in, I should like to know? I want to go in for the Vesper"! "You can't go in for anything. I'm keeping this man out, too," the policeman added genially, as if to make Mr. Pardon's exclusion appear less invidious. "Why, they'd ought to let you in," said Matthias, staring a moment at Ransom.
In the house at Pardon's Drive the next night sat eight men, of whom three were Pretty Pierre, Young Aleck, and Idaho Jack. Young Aleck's face was flushed with bad liquor and the worse excitement of play. This was one of the unreckoned forces. Was this the man that sang the tender song under the stars last night?
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