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Strike! if you are a man! Look! Here lay his head on my shoulder; here I held him to my breast, where never so help me my God! another man Ah!" She reeled against the fence, and something that had flashed in Rance's hand dropped at her feet; for another flash and report rolled him over in the dust; and across his writhing body two men strode, and caught her ere she fell.
I chose to go down to Wycombe, and to John Rance's house there; both as he was a physician, and his wife an honest, hearty, discreet, and grave matron, whom I had a very good esteem of, and who I knew had a good regard for me. There I lay ill a considerable time, and to that degree of weakness that scarce any who saw me expected my life.
He held it close to the face of the dead shadow, and we recognised the keeper, the man called by the landlord of the Donjon Inn the Green Man, whom, an hour earlier, I had seen come out of Arthur Rance's chamber carrying a parcel. But what I had seen I could only tell Rouletabille later, when we were alone.
Jenny's pale face was the only one that met his, self-possessed and self-reliant, when he stood before them. An angry flush suffused even the pink roots of Rance's beard as he rose to his feet. An ominous fire sprang into Ridgeway's eyes, and a spasm of hate and scorn passed over the lower part of his face, and left the mouth and jaw immobile and rigid. Yet he was the first to speak.
Before entering it I examined the curtain-cord of the window and found that I had only to release it from its fastening with my fingers for the curtain to fall by its own weight and hide the square of light from Rouletabille the signal agreed upon. The sound of a footstep made me halt before Arthur Rance's door. He was not yet in bed, then!
And so it came about that Sonora first of the two went over to her and laid an affectionate hand upon her shoulder. "Why, Girl," he said, all the kindliness of his gentle nature flooding his eyes, "the boys an' me ain't perhaps realised jest what Johnson stood for you, an' hearin' what you said, an' seein' you prayin' over the cuss " Rance's face lit up scornfully.
In spite of herself the Girl started, which Rance's quick eye did not fail to note. "Who's the man?" he blazed. For answer the Girl burst out into a peal of laughter. It was forced, and the man knew it. "I suppose he's one o' them high-toned, Sacramento shrimps!" he burst out gruffly; then he added meaningly: "Do you think he'd have you?"
She looked unusually pretty there wasn't a girl in Appleboro who didn't envy Madame De Rancé's complexion. "Well," said the Butterfly Man cheerfully, unconsciously falling under the spell of this feminine charm, "the Padre tells me there's a party in the wind. Good! Now what am I to do? How am I to help you out?"
The breath, for that matter, was more than anything else, the look in his daughter's eyes the look with which he SAW her take in exactly what had occurred in her absence: Mrs. Rance's pursuit of him to this remote locality, the spirit and the very form, perfectly characteristic, of his acceptance of the complication the seal set, in short, unmistakably, on one of Maggie's anxieties.
And now throwing back her mantilla she took out a cigarette from a dainty, little case and lit it and coolly blew a cloud of smoke in Rance's face, saying: "It depends on how you treat me you, Mr. Jack Rance, as well as Señor Ashby whether we come to terms or not. Perhaps I had better go away anyway," she concluded with a shrug of admirably simulated indifference.
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