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At the end of it, he looked out over the valley. "Would to God," he said, "you and I had never met, Sanchia." Tears filled her eyes. "Oh, why do you say that?" He took her hands. "You know why." There was no faltering in the look that passed between them now. They were face to face indeed. He got up, and stood apart from her. She waited miserably where she was.
For Philippa had made it quite plain that if Sanchia was not humoured, she would have nothing to say to Ingram. "She's exhausted her criminal passion that's what it comes to," was Philippa's judgment. "Now she will have to be cajoled." So Mrs. Percival was cowed into civility. The pair conversed, rather painfully, for perhaps an hour. They had tea.
BRYANSTON SQUARE, Thursday. My Dear Sanchia, I may as well say at once that I am not surprised to hear from you; in fact, I have been expecting some such letter as yours ever since I read in the Times of Claire Ingram's death. Poor unhappy woman, it was time! I learned that Mr. Ingram had gone abroad, but imagine that he will be in London before the end of the season. Have you written to Mamma?
"It was no affair of the gardener's that I can see; and to be battered in your own drive by your own servant, even you must allow to be provoking." "Oh," Sanchia assured her, "I didn't at all mind his being vexed. But he accused me of all sorts of things." "Of course he did, my dear," cried Lady Maria. "He was in a towering rage. How was he to know that you hadn't egged on the gardener?"
I know my own limitations. I am no superman. I have made blunders in my time. But I do know my own work, and I am the only man here who does! In a way Sanchia is right when she says that this country needs me. It does. And I need it. We are going to stay, my dear. Sanchia flashed Helen a look of triumph; her eyes, passing on to Howard, held briefly a sparkle of malice.
For a full minute Lee's eyes bored into Longstreet's. Then he spoke dryly: 'As long's the desert wind blows, word of a strike will go with it. Maybe I have got the wrong end of it. He shrugged loosely. 'I've done that sort of thing now and then. But I got one more thing to spill. Sanchia Murray's in town. Or she was a little while ago.
I will come for my answer next Sunday afternoon. Good-bye, Sanchia." He held out his hand and received hers, which he kissed. Then he turned and left her alone. "I should swallow him, if I were you," was Lady Maria's spoken reflection upon what her young friend was able to tell her. "I should swallow him like a pill. You won't taste him much, and he'll do you worlds of good. The world?
Once around a corner Sanchia put spurs to her mare, struck the sweating shoulders with her quirt and raced on her way through puffing clouds of dust and barking dogs as though all leisureliness were gone before a sudden vital need for haste. Before the party of three had come within sight of the hotel she had swung down from her saddle at the back door of the Montezuma House.
You can see it throned sedately in her eyes, when she is with him, however much she may feel his absurdity or presumption. So it was with Sanchia. She was fully conscious of Struan's preposterous state, strictly the elder sister, never the patroness, for were they not bond- slaves both?
But as Howard presented his own face at the door there was no misdoubting that he and Helen had travelled far along the road which she had thought to close to them. 'What in the world has happened? Guarded as was the tongue of Sanchia Murray it was human after all. Helen laughed merrily and gave her eyes for an instant to Howard's.
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