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Then again Stella's head sank upon his shoulder, and she slept heavily; nor, although he knew that such slumbers are dangerous, did he think it worth while to disturb her. The invisible seas hissed past; the sharp wind bit his bones, and over him, too, that fatal slumber began to creep.
A pale shaft of Winter sunshine stole through the low hall window, filtered through red dead leaves that gave it the colour of a dying sunset. It fell on Stella's hair, bringing out its bronzes. She had the warm bronze hair of her father's people. It came to Lady O'Gara suddenly that she and Stella had much the same colouring. In Terence Comerford it had been ruddier.
I must not complain of that, or of her treating me like a stranger, when her husband innocently introduced us. But when are were afterward left together for a few minutes no! I cannot write down the merciless words she said to me. Why am I fool enough to be as fond of her as ever? Beaupark, November 16. Stella's married life is not likely to be a happy one.
For the remainder of her life she was to confound sensations normal to emotional reactions with sensations accompanying physical diseases; and sensations came and went in her now tense emotional nature like trooping clouds on a stormy day. Stella's illness was so prostrating that her weakened mother and busy sister could not care for her adequately, and an aunt came to help.
Late that afternoon Katy vanished upon one of her periodic visits to the camp of her kindred around the point. Bred out of doors, of a tribe whose immemorial custom it is that the women do all the work, the Siwash girl was strong as an ox, and nearly as bovine in temperament and movements. She could lift with ease a weight that taxed Stella's strength, and Stella Benton was no weakling, either.
She met him in the verandah with Tessa hanging on his arm. Since her great love for Stella had developed, she had adopted Stella's husband also as her own especial property, though it could scarcely be said that Monck gave her much encouragement. On this occasion she simply ceased to exist for him the moment he caught sight of Stella's face.
I'll have to stay on the firing line, literally." "I don't want to," she cried rebelliously. "I want to stay up here with you. I'm not wax. I won't melt." She continued that argument into the house, until Fyfe laughingly smothered her speech with kisses. An oddly familiar sound murmuring in Stella's ear wakened her. At first she thought she must be dreaming.
And the sound of Schumann's music throbbed and mingled with his fevered thoughts, and he saw again Stella's cool, white, fair-haired figure and bending neck, the queer, angelic radiance about her. 'I must have been I must be-mad! he thought. 'What came into me? Poor little Megan! "God bless us all, and Mr. Ashes! I want to be with you only to be with you!"
Do you, Calamity, old girl?" Calamity Jane, which had at one time been the wickedest and stubbornest mare on the ranch, nickered and again rubbed Stella's hand with her nose. "Talk about your smart horses," said Stella. "Calamity can do everything except talk. Who's been riding her?" "Kit. He's wrangler, and he won't let any one on her. He's light, you know, and he was saving her for you.
She laid her hand tenderly on Stella's shoulder, waiting for the reply. Stella lifted the hand and kissed it with passionate fondness. "Don't think me ungrateful," she said; "I am only ashamed." Her head sank on her bosom; she burst into tears. Lady Loring waited by her in silence.
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