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But he guessed at once what lay back of her matter-of-fact boldness. He had guessed so completely that he had decided not only to return to town, but to start at once. He wondered now whether he had answered the appeal because a woman was in a desperate situation or because that woman was Claire Robson.
The thought of her mother's pleasure at this unusual treat brought her in due time smiling to her threshold. Mrs. Robson was not in her accustomed place at the head of the stairs; about half-way up the long flight her voice sounded triumphantly: "Oh, Claire, do hurry and see what Gertrude has sent! Everything is perfectly lovely." Claire quickened her pace and gained the cramped living-room.
Miss Munch grew white and then flushed. She turned away without a word, but Claire Robson knew that in a twinkling of an eye she had gained not only an enemy, but an uncommon one. That night Claire took an unusually long way round on her walk home.
And when the curtain really did rise upon the inevitable spectacle of villagers dancing upon the village green! And Mrs. Robson carefully picked out in the chorus the stout sister of a former servant who had worked for her mother! And the wicked old witch swept from the wings on the traditional broomstick!
At Fort Detroit, it was found that a small exploring party, under a Captain Robson, was about to set out with the object of determining whether or not certain rivers and lakes were navigable, and young Kerr, boylike, eagerly volunteered to join the expedition. Here began his strange adventures.
Robson was fumbling among some dirty papers he had in an old leather case, which he had produced out of his pocket. 'Fact is, Philip, t' pleugh's in a bad way, gearin' and a', an' folk is talkin' on a new kind o' mak'; and if thou's bound for York 'I'm not going by York; I'm going by a Newcastle smack. 'Newcassel Newcassel it's pretty much t' same.
When Sylvia was with her at market, it might have been thought that the doctors had prescribed a diet of butter and eggs to all the men under forty in Monkshaven. At first it seemed to Mrs. Robson but a natural tribute to the superior merit of her farm produce; but by degrees she perceived that if Sylvia remained at home, she stood no better chance than her neighbours of an early sale.
"I said what insolence, sir. My uncle is a gentleman." "And it seems that his nephew is not. Be silent, boy, and recollect in whose presence you stand. I am a King's officer. Now, Mr what is your name? Robson?
Robson had picked him up a few months back, when there was a want of a clerk; like loved like, he supposed, but it was no concern of his. Would it be safe for him to venture back to Peru, under Fitzjocelyn's protection, and assist him in unmasking the treacherous Robson!
The conversation was low and not meant for her ears, but her senses were too sharpened to miss Edington's furtive words as he whispered to Stillman: "Where did ... amazing.... Miss Robson?" Claire did not catch the reply which must have also been something of a query, but she heard Edington continue.
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