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And Muriel assures me she doesn't mind." "Isn't it at Brethaven that Nick Ratcliffe owns a place?" asked Grange. "Yes. Redlands is the name. I went there once with Will. It's a beautiful place on the cliff quite thrown away on Nick, though, unless he marries, which he never will now." Grange looked uncomfortable. "It's not my fault," he remarked bluntly.
But she could not help wondering if, when Blake had gone at last and she was free, she would be very greatly afraid. She was sitting alone in her room that afternoon, watching the scudding rain-clouds, when Olga brought her two letters. "Both from Brethaven," she said, "but neither from Nick. I wonder if he is at Redlands. I hope he will come over here if he is." Muriel did not echo the hope.
But let these same fools know that yo' 're courtin' a So'th'n girl known to be 'Union' during the wah, that girl who has laughed at their foolishness; let them even THINK that he wants that girl to mix up the family and the race and the property for him, and there ain't a young or old fool that believes in So'th'n isolation as the price of So'th'n salvation that wouldn't rise against yo'! There isn't one that wouldn't make shipwreck of yo'r syndicate and yo'r capital and the prosperity of Redlands for the next four years to come, and think they were doing right!
Nick wished to go over to Redlands to sort some papers, and offered his company as far as his own gates. "You can walk to 'The Ship' from there," he said to Olga. "It's only half a mile, and after that you can run about the shore and amuse yourselves till I am ready to go back." "Don't get up to mischief!" said Max briefly. Violet gave him a quick look from under her lashes, but said no word.
"He never tires of talking of it to me so I suppose I am." A few moments later the train glided beside the Redlands platform. As the two travelers descended a hand was laid on Courtland's shoulder, and a stout figure in the blackest and shiniest of alpaca jackets, and the whitest and broadest of Panama hats, welcomed him. "Glad to see yo', cun'nel.
Nick and Olga had elected to remain at Redlands. They were out all day long in the motor or dogcart, on horseback or on foot. Life was one perpetual picnic to Olga just then, and she was not looking forward to the close of the summer holidays when, so her father had decreed, she was to return to her home and the ordinary routine.
"We have a family reunion at Redlands," said active Julia Moore. "There will be forty of us in all. Won't we have a merry time? I have two cousins whose birthdays are in the same week with mine, and folks call us the triplets, though Jack is a year older than I and Fred is a year younger.
And as they yet were talking, it was told the king there came another great lord with five hundred knights, who, entering in, did homage, and declared himself to be the Knight of the Redlands. "But my true name," said he, "is Ironside, and I am hither sent by one Sir Beaumains, who conquered me, and charged me to yield unto your grace."
It would have kept him amused." "Violet! As if I could!" "Oh, couldn't you? I thought doctors were allowed anywhere. And I am sure this young man of yours is not lightly shocked. What was he doing at Redlands?" Olga hesitated momentarily. "He had been sent for to 'The Ship, to attend old Mrs. Stubbs," she said then. "But he didn't get there in time." "Oh! Is she dead?
And all men said the strange knight was a strong man, and a noble jouster, for none had ever yet so matched the Knight of the Redlands.
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