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'No, I don't think I shall want to mount Rawdon again while I am here. I could never trust him. That night I could not sleep, or get Miss Rayner's story out of my head. She only gave me the bare facts, but I could supply much that was not told. I could see that all her likes and dislikes were strong ones.
This visit to Monte Carlo would plunge him into the midst of it again. I was startled out of my reverie by Miss Rayner's voice saying, 'What pictures are you seeing in the fire, child? I looked up. 'I was only thinking, I said. 'So I suppose. Who is this Captain Gates that Kenneth mentioned? I coloured. How often she seemed to read my thoughts!
These men were very few, however; but Buxton was one of them. Rayner's eyes were fixed upon the colonel and searching for a sign, and it came, a little motion of the hand and a nod of the head that signified "Stay."
Rayner's benefit, but she, with trembling lips, stood gazing after her husband and seemed to beg for silence. Then all abandoned other occupation, and every man stood still and watched them. Hayne had quickly swung into saddle, and had turned for one more look, when he saw his captain with ashen face striding towards him, and heard him call his name.
He had as much contempt for moral weakness in a soldier as he had for physical cowardice; but Rayner's almost abject recital of his months of misery really left him nothing to say. Had the captain sought to defend or justify any detail of his conduct, he would have pounced on him like a panther.
It seemed even longer." "Four by the clock, Kate." "Well, four, then. He must have had something of greater interest." No answer. Cheeks reddening, though. "Didn't he?" persistently. "I will tell you what he told me of Clancy, Kate. Mrs. Clancy had utterly deceived you as to what he had to tell, had she not?" "Utterly." And now it was Mrs. Rayner's turn to color painfully. "Mr.
Waldron, who was kind and motherly to the girl and loved to have her with her, was so embarrassed by Mrs. Rayner's determined snubs that she hardly knew how to treat the matter. She would no longer visit Mrs. Rayner informally, as had been her custom, yet she wanted the girl to come to her.
Royce one evening as they were stamping off the snow and removing their heavy wraps in Rayner's hall-way after a series of garrison calls, "Mrs. Waldron says she expects you to play for her to-morrow afternoon, Miss Travers. Of course it will be my luck to be at stables." "You hear better music every afternoon than I can give you, Mr. Royce." "Where, pray?" asked Mrs.
Dale's memory betrayed him, mocked his restraint, cheated him of any peace; and his imagination, sharpened by love, created pictures, fancies, feelings, that drove him frantic. He thought of Helen Rayner's strong, shapely brown hand. In a thousand different actions it haunted him.
Another instant, and, as though in pursuit, a second figure, erect, soldierly, with quick and bounding step strides across the glittering moon-streak, and Mrs. Rayner's heart stands still. Only for an instant, though. She has seen and recognized Lawrence Hayne. Concealed from them he is following Mr. Van Antwerp, and there can be but one purpose in his coming here, Nellie.
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