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Updated: June 9, 2025
His eyes were dreamily watching the smoke from a distant funnel over the roof-tops in line with his desk. "You were!" said Jimmie, watching his employer with rapt admiration. He had no higher ambition than to look like Warren Reyburn and have an office of his own.
So it happened that when she was at last shown into the office of the McIntyres, Warren Reyburn who had traveled to Boston on the sleeper of the same train that she had taken the night before, was just arising from an earnest conference with the two men.
Before he left Darlington, a thin, light rain had begun to fall from a shred of blown cloud; and at Reyburn the burst mass was coming down. The place was full of the noise of rain. The drops tapped on the open platform and hissed as the wind drove them in a running stream. They drummed loudly on the station roof. But these sounds went out suddenly, covered by the trampling of feet.
But why in the world did you do it, when you want every stitch of it out to catch what wind there is? However, I am in no hurry," said Reyburn laughing. "Do as you please, skipper: you're sailing the ship." "I am sailing her, sir," said the captain, a little nettled, "and sailing her on the edge of a hurricane. You had better take the lady below, sir: when it comes it will come with a crack."
I gotta get back to my job. Is there anything can be done to keep 'em from gettin' her again?" "I should most certainly think so," said Reyburn, "but I would have to know her side of the story, the whole of it, before I could say just what!" "Well, s'pose you found there wasn't anythin' you could do to help her, would you go an' tell on her?"
"Mr. Reyburn, do you see?" But Mr. Reyburn did not even hear. A soft lustre began to blanch the violet depths of the lofty sky; a rosy flare welled up from the horizon and half drowned the shriveled moon; a star that was steady in the east was shaking a countless host of stars in the shaking waters round them.
"Yes," said he one day, in speaking of Reyburn to Lilian as they looked at him through the open door of the drawing-room "yes, we men may love Reyburn safely enough, as we ask for no devotion in return, but woe be to the woman who builds her house on that sand!" "Will it slide away?" asked Lilian, not glancing from her needle. "Well Look at him now. Possession palls on him, they say.
I can remember how sad he looked at me as if I had cut him to the heart when I asked him." During this part of the tale Reyburn sat with stern countenance, his fingers clenched around the arms of the chair in which he sat, but he held himself quiet and listened with compressed lips, watching every expression that flitted across the sweet pale face.
On an unearned thousand a year you can live like a rich man in Rathdale. Not that Rowcliffe had any idea of giving up. He was well under forty and as soon as old Hyslop at Reyburn died or retired he would step into his practice. He hadn't half enough to do in Morfe and he wanted more. Meanwhile he had bought the house that joined on to his own and thrown the two and their gardens into one.
She presently found that Reyburn was as keen as he was handsome, but if she hadn't remembered him at the wedding as a friend of that nice Mrs. Cochrane, she never would have made it as easy as she did for him to find out things from her, for she could be canny herself on occasion if she tried, and she did not trust everybody.
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