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The man spoke at last, and his voice was absolutely quiet, dead level. "You had better let me go," he said. She made a sharp movement, for there was that in the steel-cold voice that sent terror to her heart. Was this Burke the man upon whose goodness she had leaned ever since she had come to this land of strangers? Surely she had never met him before that moment! "Open that door!" he said.
Miss Dorry ain' no Varick; Miss Dorry all Ormond, suh, dess lak you an' me! Yaas, suh, h'its dat-a-way; h'it sho' is, Mars' Ormond." I drew a deep, quivering breath. Home seemed so far, and the old slave would never live to see it. I felt as though this steel-cold North held me, too, like a trap never to unclose. "Cato," I said, abruptly, "let us go home."
Small betrayals perhaps, superficial disasters to her vanity, while his egoism rode over it in triumph. He didn't want affection or anything fiery, anything that John had had. He would leave her in her hardness; he would never ask anything but hard, steel-cold loyalty and a willingness to share his risks. "What else can I do? I should have come out if John hadn't.
Then Spencer spoke English. "I happen to be watching you," he said slowly, never relaxing a steel-cold scrutiny of Bower's livid face. "You seem to forget what you are doing. Follow me until you have taken up the slack of the rope. Do you understand?" Bower continued to gaze at him with lack-luster eyes.
"So the society has decreed my death," he said, meeting the man's steel-cold eye for the first time. "Now I know how the men whose doom preceded mine have felt in a presence that leaves no hope to mortal man. But you shall not be my executioner. I will meet my fate at less noxious hands than yours." And, leaning forward, he whispered a few seemingly significant words into the messenger's ear.
"Well, yes, if I could have been sure of speaking to your mother alone, too," Newman answered. "But I have had to take you as I could get you." Madame de Bellegarde, with a movement very eloquent of what he would have called her "grit," her steel-cold pluck and her instinctive appeal to her own personal resources, drew her hand out of her son's arm and went and seated herself upon the bench.
All these recollections swept back on him in a rush. The actual hardships, the hunger, the biting winds of January under a steel-cold sky, these things were all forgotten. He remembered the freedom. "There weren't any hours to the day," he cried, and spoke the creed of all the wanderers in the world.
De Léry said little, but noted every word of his uncle's statement, and it slowly took shape in his mind in a steel-cold deadly contempt for Lecour. The true Répentigny alone, his nature long purified of pride, felt no malice nor indignation against this usurper of his name.
Here was Death, sure enough Mechanical Death run amok but where was the glory? Here was organised murder but it was steel-cold! There was no hand-to-hand glory. A mine dispersed you before you had set foot on dry land; or a high explosive removed your stomach, and left you a mangled heap of human flesh, instead of a medically certified, healthy human being.
Fong made no move for the water, but stood looking from the crimson stain to the man's face. "You sick, Mist Mayer?" he said. The strained tension snapped. With an eye if steel-cold fury on the servant the man broke into a low, almost whispered, cursing. The words ran out of his mouth, fluent, rapid, in an unpremeditated rush.
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