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And then he slapped his thigh and laughed; his laughter seeming unaffected and joyous. 'Talk about getting absent-minded in my old age, he declared. 'Her name did use to be Sanchia; I changed it to Helen. Think of my sliding back to the old name. Helen's candid look did not shift for the moment that she paused. Then she went on by him, following her father, saying merely: 'Thank you, I'll walk.
She lifted her head. "He will think me in the right." Chevenix shrugged. "There's going to be trouble," he believed. "There's bound to be, just on that account. Nevile can be a brute when he's in the wrong, and knows it." Sanchia squared her jaw for trouble. "He wants you back, you know, awfully because you won't come. And the more he wants you the less he'll say so.
He came into a clearing; had they not from the beginning suspected who it must be they would have known Longstreet from that distance, from his characteristic carriage in the saddle. No man ever rode like James Edward Longstreet. And Courtot and Sanchia had seen him. He jogged along placidly. They could fancy him smiling contentedly. Helen and Howard watched him; he was coming toward them.
She particularly liked his company in galleries, because, though he never allowed himself raptures of which she, too, was incapable he was always seeking the roots of rapture. Sanchia had a fund of enthusiasm for art all the richer, perhaps, for being denied expression. It was comfortable to have that securely based.
"You," she wrote, "are busy, and I am not. I will come to you one of these fine mornings, and must trust to Miss Meadows' sense of fitness not to work miracles that day." A day or two later came a telegram from Vicky Sinclair. "Just got your letter. Coming at twelve. Vicky." Sanchia glowed. "Just like her, the darling." Philippa's astringent proposal was put aside.
It lay upon the hill-tops like a mist. The sky was grey, and the land was pale, burned to the bone. Heavy masses of trees in the hanging wood showed lifeless and black. No bird sang, but there were crickets in the bents, shrilling inconceivably. The swoon of midsummer was over all, and Sanchia was coming. He knew that she was coming before he saw her.
And he surmised with rising anger that recently Courtot had seen Sanchia and that again Courtot was Sanchia's right hand. Here was a little hollow; on two sides were steep banks. Along these banks lay four big steers, dead, a rifle bullet through each one. Already the buzzards were gathering. Dave Terril came upon him and found him bending over one of the big stiffening bodies.
Sanchia, reading long afterwards, saw in it a parallel to her case, when she, stricken deep, ran about London ways for a soothing lotion. She saw herself trapped; felt the steel bite to the bone. Tears might have helped her, but she had none: pray she could not, nor crave mercy. It was not Ingram who held her caged, but Destiny; and there's no war with him. She thought of Vicky, of Melusine.
Now you have shown them all' and in her flashing glance Sanchia managed to include both Alan and Helen sweepingly with an invisible horde whose bitter tongues had been as so many dogs yelping at the excellent Longstreet's heels 'now you have shown them all that you are the man I have always contended you were. She crowded her smile fuller of what she sought to convey than even she had ever risked before as she murmured at the end, her tones dropping away like dying music: 'This is a happy hour in the life of Sanchia Murray!
He was barefooted, which Sanchia, must by all means be for the day: divining her, as he only could, he knelt without invitation and untied her shoes. "Stockings too, I'll bet you!" was what Chevenix thought; but he was wrong. Senhouse went into his cabin, and returned with sandals. Sanchia had taken off her own stockings. They were sandals to fit her.
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