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"It's a pity we can't go to his lecture," said Miss Kendal. The train was moving out of Reyburn station. It was awful to think how nearly they had missed it. If Dr. Charles had stayed another minute at the harness-maker's. Miss Kendal sat on the edge of the seat, very upright in her black silk mantle with the accordion-pleated chiffon frills.
"Come on, Ryan, come out to lunch with me! We've got to celebrate," said Reyburn. "I have a hunch somehow that you have been the one that brought me this good luck. You and a Miss Jane Carson. You both share alike, I guess, but you were the first with your five-thousand-dollar reward story." "Jane Carson!" said Jimmie mystified. "Why, she's my girl!"
"You never can tell." Reyburn stood beside her and looked in a kind of awe at the glistening white, recognized the thick texture of the satin, the rare quality of the rose-point lace with which it was adorned, caught the faint fragrance of faded orange blossoms wafting from the filmy mist of the veil as Jane lifted it tenderly; then leaned over and touched a finger to the pile of whiteness, reverently, as though he were paying a tribute at a lovely shrine.
They had a long argument, but in the end Bi won, and was given certain documents which he was satisfied would stand in court. A little later the telephone in Reyburn's office rang sharply, and when Jimmie Ryan responded a voice that he had never heard before asked for Mr. Warren Reyburn. "He's out of town," Jimmie replied. "How soon will he be back?" The voice was like a snarl.
Sterling had wearied long ago; and at length, further pretences failing, they had been freshly provisioned and had started on their homeward way. Reyburn had, indeed, been loath to make any change in their luxurious summering, but he was one of those who slide along with the days. Take the goods the gods provide thee: The lovely Thais sits beside thee
Mamma lifted up her work, showing an envelope that lay on her lap, the crested flap upwards, a blue gun-carriage on a white ground, and the motto: "Ubique." Catty had been into Reyburn to shop and had called for the letters. Mark was coming home in April. "Oh Mamma " "There's a letter for you, Mary." "If he gets that appointment he won't go back." She thought: "She'll never be unhappy again.
When it was all settled and she thought that Dan had gone into Reyburn a fortnight ago to give notice to the landlord's solicitors, one evening, as she was coming home from the Aldersons' he told her that he hadn't been to the solicitors at all. He had arranged yesterday for his transport on a cattle ship sailing next week for Montreal.
He's goin' to take her to a insane institution. I let on I was helpin' him an' I found out all about it." "What's all this?" said Reyburn, wheeling about and fixing the old fellow with a muscular young shake that made his toothless jaws chatter. "How long ago did he go? What kind of a looking man was he?" "Lemme go!" whined Bi, playing to make time, one cunning eye down the road.
It was several years since Bi Gage had been on so long a journey, but he managed to enjoy the trip, and kept in pretty good touch with the parlor car, although he was never in evidence. If anybody had told Warren Reyburn as he let himself into his apartment late that night that he was being followed, he would have laughed and told them it was an impossibility.
How had those two types ever happened to come together? The man's part in it was plain. He was the kind who go about seeking whom they may devour, thought Warren Reyburn. But the woman! How could a wise-eyed child like that have been deceived by a handsome face? Well, it was all speculation of course, and he had nothing to do with any of them.
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