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He could only realize that Medaine Robinette now knew the story. That Medaine Robinette had heard him accused without a single statement given in his own behalf; that Medaine, the girl of his smoke-wreathed dreams, now fully and thoroughly believed him a murderer! Dully Houston turned back to the sheriff and to the goggle-eyed Ba'tiste, trying to fathom it all.
She seemed white and frightened, as though about to listen to something she would rather not hear. Houston answered her as best he could: "That depends upon yourself, Miss Robinette. Naturally, you wouldn't want to have any business dealings with a man who really was all that you must believe me to be. It isn't a pleasant thing for me to talk about I would like to forget it.
"To please me!" exclaimed Robinette, looking round her at the ruin before them. "Oh dear!" she sighed, "how confusing the world is, at times! I am just going to take this snowy branch and lay it on Nurse's pillow. She so loved her tree! See; it's quite fresh and beautiful, and the dew still upon it, just like tears!"
There was a look, Robinette caught it just for one moment, such as a proud angry child might have worn: sulky, hurt to the heart, but determined not to cry. Instantly a chord was struck in Robinette's soul. "She has suffered, anyway," she thought. "May I be forgiven for my harsh judgment!" With a shiver she drew her wrap about her shoulders, and Miss Meredith turned towards her.
Robinette, who was perched beside him, spread her two small hands on her white serge knees and regarded them fixedly for a moment. "I wonder if it's a matter of size," she said after a moment. "I wonder! Let's be confidential. When I was a little girl we were not at all well-to-do, and my hands were very busy.
They might almost have been laughing at him, their mirth was so senseless, viewed in any other light. "It's nearly eight o'clock," he said solemnly. "Perhaps you can form some idea as to what grandmother's saying, and Bates." "Well, you're going to be our rescuer, Middy darling, so it doesn't matter," said Robinette. "Look! the water's coming up." But Carnaby seemed in no mood for waiting.
His voice was low, and Robinette answered very softly. She wore a white dress that morning without a touch of colour. "I couldn't wear black to-day for Nurse," she said, in answer to his glance, "but I couldn't wear any colour, either." "You're as white as the plum tree was!" said Lavendar. "I remember thinking that it looked like a bride." Robinette made no reply.
"I'll wear my black dress, and her eyes may remain in her head," Robinette laughed. "And what about Mark's eyes? Wouldn't you like them to drop out?" the boy asked mischievously. "He's come back by the afternoon train while you were away at Wittisham." "Oh, has he?" Robinette said, and Carnaby stared so hard at her, that to her intense annoyance she blushed hotly.
"Then you were named after the picture?" "I was named from the memory of it," said Robinette, trailing her hand through the clear water. Mother told me that when I was first put into her arms she thought suddenly, as she saw my dark head, 'Here is my own Robinetta, in place of the one I left behind, and fell asleep straight away, full of joy and content."
"I haven't a large income," repeated Robinette, while Lavendar was silent, "only five thousand dollars a year, which is of course microscopic from the American standpoint and cost of living; so I can't build free libraries and swimming baths and playgrounds, or do any big splendid things; but I can do dear little nice ones, left undone by city governments and by the millionaires.
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