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Howard had bought and paid for the pasture land; the loss was his, not Sunderberg's; Courtot, if Courtot it was, or perhaps Monte Devine or Ed True, had been before him. Sanchia's venom for, be the hand of the agent whose it may, he recalled always the look in Sanchia's eyes and the threat from Sanchia's lips seemed to travel with him and in front of him.
Howard studied the date on the fluttering paper and his mind ran back. 'You sent that wire the day after I came back last time! 'And if I did? She met his look serenely. 'You did so because you cared But Helen laughed at him, and again Danny, touched with a sudden spur, shot ahead down the trail. They clattered like runaway children into the crooked rocky street of Sanchia's Town.
He was a ne'er- do-well, whom it was his mother's cross and crown to keep in complete idleness. He cast dreadful looks, as of an equal in snugness, a fellow- minion, at the chiselled profile of our goddess, and was not long before he tried for a full-faced effect. Sanchia's eyes of clear amaze should have cut him down, but they did not. His "Morning, Miss," was daily reminder of a shared clay.
Sanchia's hand at the kettle was steady, but her eyes flickered before they took the veil. "Tell me about Vicky. What did she say of me?" Chevenix came to the tea-table and stood by her. "I think Vicky's all right. I do indeed. It seems to me she'd give her ears to see you simple ears. Sinclair, you'll find, is the trouble. He's the usual airy kind of ass.
But, you see, I followed as dose as I could! They had not heard Sanchia's horse, and Sanchia had drawn her own deduction from the fact. Helen stiffened perceptibly, drawing slowly back. Howard's face reddened to his anger. The Professor Dictates Sanchia was cool and bright and merry. She sat flicking at her gleaming boot with her whip, and laughing.
Sanchia's eyes met hers upon the level; and if the elder had a firmly modelled chin, so had the younger sister. Her strength, too, lay, as it always had, in saying little, whereas Philippa's forte was dialogue. But it needs two for that. After the first greeting there came a pause, in which the embarrassment, upon the whole, was Mrs. Tompsett-King's.
Sanchia, first to reach him, passed her arm through his and held resolutely to his side. As they came close and into the lamp-light from the cabin door their two faces hid nothing of their two emotions. Longstreet's was one of whole-hearted triumph; Sanchia's of shrewdness and determination.
Now it was so much dirt and rock and grass with cows and horses browsing stupidly across all of it. For a long time he sat very still. Then his face hardened. 'If she has gone, then I am going, too, he told himself. 'And I am going to bring her back. He turned his horse and rode swiftly to Sanchia's Town. They would have gone that way, on to Big Run, San Ramon and down to the railroad.
Sanchia's eyes flashed and she bit her lip. Then, though her words came quickly, they were smooth and quiet and had a note of bantering laughter in them. 'Dear me, we must all be tired and hungry like a lot of children who have played too hard! We'll be quarrelling in another moment.
You can't label a girl "unfortunate" if, with the chance of being most fortunate, she puts her hand to her chin, and reflects, and says, Hum, shall I? or shall I not? Short of deliberately knocking at the girl's door, she would have done anything to exchange views. That she could not do. She found herself waiting about in corridors and halls for Sanchia's possible passage.
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