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Good-bye God protect you!" he added, looking into Sheila's eyes. She looked at him with sorrow. Her lips opened but no words came forth. He passed on out of the garden, and presently they heard his horse's hoofs on the sand. "He is a great gentleman," said Mrs. Llyn. Her daughter's eyes were dry and fevered. Her lips were drawn. "We must begin the world again," she said brokenly.
"No?" he said, watching her steadily. "Why? Isn't it quite possible that you could have fallen in with a sort of man " "As it happens, I did not," interrupted Sheila. "How do you know?" Sheila's gaze met his unwaveringly. "Because you are the man," she said slowly. She thought she saw a glint of pleasure in his eyes, but was not quite certain, for his expression changed instantly.
It was a large room, with a great deal of gilding and color about it, and with a conservatory at the farther end; but the blaze of light had not so bewildering an effect on Sheila's eyes as the appearance of two ladies to whom she was now introduced. She had heard much about them. She was curious to see them.
I have placed to your credit in the Bank of Ireland a thousand pounds. That will be the means of bringing you here you and Sheila to my door, to Moira. Let nothing save death prevent your coming. As far as Sheila's eye can see-north, south, east, and west the land will be hers when I'm gone. Dearest sister, sell all things that are yours, and come to me. You'll not forget Ireland here.
Duncan sent the horses on, and Ingram looked out Sheila's waterproof and the rugs. The southern sky certainly looked ominous. There was a strange intensity of color in the dark landscape, from the deep purple of the Barvas hills, coming forward to the deep green of the pasture-land around them, and the rich reds and browns of the heath and the peat-cuttings.
He ought to go away into the country or by the seaside, and begin working hard, to earn money and self-respect at the same time; and then, in this friendly solitude, he would get to know something about Sheila's character, and begin to perceive how much more valuable were these genuine qualities of heart and mind than any social graces such as might lighten up a dull drawing-room.
She talked with the reins between her teeth as she had with the spike, her enunciation triumphantly forceful and distinct. "Some day, I'm coming over The Hill," said Sheila, less successful with a contraction in her throat. The woman made a few strides. Now she was looking shrewdly, close into Sheila's face. "You're a biscuit-shooter at the hotel?" "No. I work in the saloon." "In the saloon?
He stopped and between him and Thatcher took place one of the immensely tranquil, meditative, and deliberate conversations of the Far West. Sheila's quick, Celtic nerves tormented her. At last she broke in with an inspiration. "Couldn't I hire one of your horses?" she asked, rising from an overturned sack of which she had made a resting-place.
She was slender, buoyant in movement yet composed, and her voice was like her daughter's, clear, gentle, thrilling. Her mind and heart were given up to Sheila and Sheila's future. That was why a knowledge of the tragedy that had come to Dyck Calhoun troubled her as she had not been troubled since the day she first learned of Erris Boyne's infidelity to herself.
He was trying to make for himself a future which might mean the control of a greater colony even. If he had wealth, that would be almost a certainty, and he counted Sheila's gold as a guarantee of power. He knew well how great effect could be produced at Westminster and at the Royal Palace by a discreet display of wealth.
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