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I rather imagine my art must satisfy me in the future." Devant went over to a desk between two bookcases, opened it, and took something from a private drawer. "What do you think of this?" he asked, handing Thornly an old photograph. "I should say," the younger man looked keenly at the picture, "I should say that it was an almost ideal face of a certain type." "Of a certain type, yes."
Thornly and Cicely, accompanied by a tall, athletic young man of dark complexion, with peculiarly bright eyes and curling hair, whom his aunt immediately recognised as Edward.
There was no more money coming to her now, for after the scene in the hut upon the Hills Thornly had gone away for a week, and upon his return he had told Janet he would send her a message when again he needed her. The man's tone had been most kindly, but it seemed a rebuff from which the girl had not been able to recover.
Janet turned her face to the agitated one above her. "I've told Mr. Thornly this already, and he does not care!" Billy drew a long, relieved sigh. "I only want Janet," Thornly hastened to say. "Whether she belongs rightfully to you or not, Cap'n Billy, you have trained her into exactly the kind of woman I would have her!"
Thornly hoped that would end the matter, but his companion was bent upon his course. He stretched his feet toward the fire and looked into the heart of the glow, with sad, brooding eyes. "Happy!" he ejaculated, "happy! It is only youth that estimates happiness by superficialities. A smile, a laugh, a full pocketbook! You think they mean happiness?" "They are often the outward expression."
So while Davy tended his Light, while the crew gave heart of hope to the wretched men upon the outer bar, while Thornly in the dark and storm struggled onward to the doing of a duty he had taken upon himself, Janet made ready for what might lie before. She ran to the loft above and carried down cots and blankets.
"I'm very sorry the day is spoiled," she returned brokenly; "if I had only known more, it would have been different. It seems as if I cannot ever forgive myself." She turned, and went sadly over the hills with never a backward look. And Thornly gazed after her with yearning eyes. She was taking with her what? Inspiration?
He had been startled and shaken by the recital, and for a time Janet had misunderstood him. "You must go away and think it over," she had said; "I am not the same girl, you see!" "Great heavens, Janet!" Thornly had exclaimed when once he recovered from his surprise. "Do you think anything can make a difference now? Why, you are dearer a thousand times in ways you cannot realize, for I know Mr.
Billy's sickness had brought back the sigh. Thornly bent over Billy in greeting, and then seated himself where he could look into all three faces. Janet sank upon a stool at Cap'n Billy's feet. "You know why I have waited, Cap'n Billy, for this day?" he said. He could not resort to lesser means, when simple directness would be better understood.
The men had vanished like spectres. There was a hurried noise in the further room, as the big cart, bearing the apparatus, was pushed into the night and storm. "Opposite Davy's Light between the last two dunes!" called Janet. "All right!" Some one replied from beyond, then a stillness followed. Thornly stood guard over the girl as she sat helplessly in the wooden chair.
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