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It was a picture to remember a lifetime. I could feel my pulse quicken as I looked upon her. The baroness stood, sober-faced, her eyes looking down, her fan moving slowly. His Lordship rose and came to Louise. "Come, now, my pretty prisoner; it is disagreeable, but you must forgive me," he said. She turned away from him, drying her eyes. Then presently their beauty shone upon me.
He was croaked complete. Then that sober-faced hyena lifts my gun an' the rifle an' says things to me, which I don't try to cross him. Then he goes behind the rock where we was havin' it out an' while he's gone I tries to git my guns from under that devil-eyed cayuse of his'n. "An' I don't succeed noways. That black devil turns on a half-dollar an' plants his hoofs plumb in my breast-bone.
Presently a little group of villagers joined the party. They were rugged men, clad in faded buckskins, and sober-faced women who wore dresses of plain gray linsey. They welcomed the newcomers with simple, homely courtesy. Then six young frontiersmen appeared from around a corner of the cabin, advancing hesitatingly. To Helen they all looked alike, tall, awkward, with brown faces and big hands.
There's millions in them!" Thomas Jefferson overheard without understanding, but his eyes served a better purpose. Away back in the line of the Scottish Gordons there must have been an ancestor with the seer's gift of insight, and some drop or two of his blood had come down to this sober-faced country boy searching the faces of the excursionists for his cue of fellowship or antipathy.
He told me that he didn't care for it particularly himself, but it was the only one he could find. You can't guess, but you are permitted to try." And he gasped when she threw back her head and burst into her gurgling, throaty laugh. "'What is home without a father?" she sing-songed. And when they were both sober-faced again she added: "I want to know him, please! Can't I meet him, Mr. O'Mara?"
You, y' were always a sober-faced secret lad, MacDonald; an' till yon day in front o' th' Agency house, A don't think, A hardly think, we men knew what a devil was in y'! A can see y' yet as y' kicked th' gun out o' yon blackguard's hand an' let him take the load o' buckshot square between th' shoulders! 'Twas a handsome thing o' you to take th' poor buddy in an' give her a shelter!
"What kind of a dream had you, Margaret?" asked the young wife, as she sat down on the side of the bed where, pillowed in sleep, she had dreamed so many of girlhood's pleasant dreams. "I was dreaming all night about you," replied Margaret, looking sober-faced. "And you saw me in trouble?" "Oh dear, yes; in nothing but trouble. I thought once that I saw you in a great room full of wild beasts.
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