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He got up and put another log on the fire, for these last nights of May were chilly. Nearly three! Where were these young people? Had he been asleep, and they come in? Sure enough, in the hall Alan's hat and Sheila's cloak the dark-red one he had admired when she went forth were lying on a chair. But of the other two nothing! He crept up-stairs. Their doors were open.
Ingram would even consent to receive from his younger companion advice, impetuously urged and richly illustrated, which he had himself offered in simpler terms months before. At this very moment he could see that much of Lavender's romantic conceptions of Sheila's character was only an exaggeration of some passing hints he, Ingram, had dropped as the Clansman was steaming into Stornoway.
Out of the corners of her eyes she could see that far down the street men were congregated; they stood in doorways, at convenient corners, their eyes directed toward Dakota and the other man. In the sepulchral calm which had fallen there came to Sheila's ears sounds that in another time she would not have noticed.
And so if you lived with him for a month or six months each day the best of everything for you, the second best for your friend, the worst for himself. Wasn't it so, Lavender?" It was a direct challenge sent across the table, and Sheila's heart beat quick lest her husband should say something ungracious. "Yes, certainly," said Lavender with a readiness that pleased Sheila.
In the presence of Duncan Sheila told him the story of her danger and subsequent rescue by Dakota and she saw his eyes narrow with a strange light. "Dakota!" he said. "Isn't that the chap who shot that half-breed over in Lazette the day I came?" To Sheila's nod he ejaculated: "He's a trump!" "He is a brute!"
Lavender got no money whatever?" said Sheila's father, with an air that convinced Mrs. Paterson that he was a revengeful man, and was glad his son-in-law should be so severely punished. "I don't know, sir," she replied, careful not to go beyond her own sphere. Sheila came back from the window. She had taken a long time to read and ponder over that letter, though it was not a lengthy one.
There was a note of the old mockery in his voice, and it lingered long in Sheila's ears after she had watched him vanish into the mysterious shadows that surrounded the trail. Stiffling a sigh of regret and pity, she spoke to her pony, and the animal shuffled down the long slope, forded the river, and so brought her to the door of Doubler's cabin.
'You don't mean, said Mr Craik, who had not removed his gaze from Sheila's face, 'I am not to take it that you mean, Mrs Lawford, the the other? 'Yes, said Sheila, 'HIS' she patted her skirts 'Sabathier's. 'You mean, said Mrs Lovat crisply, 'that the man in the grave is the man in the book, and that the man in the book is is poor Arthur's changed face? Sheila nodded.
Let me be your friend, and not merely your guest. Talk to me as you would to Miss McCrae." It was the first time she had spoken to him of Sheila. It was her challenge. She would be on the same footing. "Sheila's different," he replied. "Sheila's one of us. I've known her for years. She's a good deal like a sister." "Oh," she said, "a sister?"
She knew nothing of humanity except Marcus Arundel. And he was hardly typical a shy, proud, head-in-the-air sort of man, who would have been greatly loved if he had not shrunk morbidly from human contacts. Sheila's Irish mother had wooed and won him and had made a merry midsummer madness in his life, as brief as a dream. Sheila was all that remained of it.
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