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Benson might have triumphed if she would. Sanchia, at the cottage door, was met by the anxious tenant of it with whom Struan lodged. "He's not here, Miss," she was told, and then, "oh, Miss, they've took him away. The Sergeant's come for him and took him. And we hear " There had been no stopping her, but by Sanchia's way. She walked into the cottage and put up her veil.
But the fact is Well, you know " and he glanced anxiously at the lady, "I've nothing to go upon, absolutely nothing as yet; but the fact is, I'm not sure whether she would take him, you know now." "Is that possible?" was all the lady could find to say, with a throw-up of the hands. "Is that possible?" "Quite with Sanchia," said Chevenix.
I know every foot of these hills; she doesn't. We'll go in now and see what we can do. If your father does give it away well, then we'll play our hunch and try to beat her to it. But though they had been out so brief a time, already Sanchia met them at the door.
Murray; thereafter, with odds two to one against the widow, they should see what they would see. Sanchia did much thinking and little talking. She remained an hour. During the last half-hour she developed a slight but growingly insistent cough. Before she left she had drawn the desired query from Longstreet. Oh, hadn't he noticed before? It had been coming on her for a month.
'So interesting, laughed Sanchia, 'that no doubt the heartless vagabond forgot to mention that he had just left me and that I had sent word by him that I was coming? 'I don't believe you did say anything about it, did you? Helen's level regard was for Howard now; the red of anger still flared under his tan and looked as much like guilt as anything else.
Plainly, it was heavy; there were a number of samples in it, some as small as robins' eggs, one the size of a man's two fists. He was lifting the bag to dump its contents out upon the table when suddenly Howard pushed by Sanchia and snatched the thing from Longstreet's hands. Longstreet stared at him in astonishment; Sanchia caught at his coat. 'Just a minute, said Howard hastily.
Sanchia, during this interchange, had stood smiling and self-possessed; but she was a little fluttered, and looked none the worse for that. Without a word she obeyed the twinkling and puckered old lady, sat by her on the sofa and awaited, her hands folded in her lap, what might be in store for her.
London in mid-May, slogging at its pleasures under the pale sun, might read one morning of an affray in Yorkshire, of a magistrate assaulted, or undergardener in arms, and forget it in half-an-hour; but to Sanchia, unaccustomed to cower, some such chance paragraph seemed one spot the more upon her vesture, which contact with the Fulham Road had smirched already.
Everything was in a state of confusion which Sanchia was quick to mark, while Howard saw nothing of it. He saw only Helen looking a far-off princess, cold and unapproachable. And only a few minutes ago she had been just a winsome girl who leaned toward him, whom he dared to hope he could gather up into his arms. Helen's expression was one of set determination. She breathed quickly and deeply.
She saw exactly what was going to happen, and no reason why she should not declare it. She had formed already a high enough opinion of Sanchia which is to say no more than that she liked her to be sure that it would not influence her conduct. "I'll tell you what the end of this will be," she said. "You'll have him on the floor, kissing your toes. He'll be mad to have you and you'll marry him.
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