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Niceish sort of young woman; knew the Trenchards up here, was a kind of cousin of Lady Trenchard's. In fact, she was going on to them from here; but not due for a week or so. She had, you might say, asked to be asked, or spelled for it out of those eyes of hers. You get awfully friendly on board ship, you must know. You can say anything and do most things oh, all sorts of things!
When we, all of us, Marie Ivanovna, Semyonov, Nikitin and the rest, were ready we should move out into the forest, would stand, a vast company, with our dogs and horses.... Why, it was Trenchard's dream that I was seeing! I was merely repeating to myself his own imaginations and with that I had suddenly, as though some one had hypnotised me, fallen back into a heavy dreamless sleep.
I do not know how much Trenchard's engagement to Marie Ivanovna had to do with this, but I know that "my Englishman" could not to his misfortune have had a more practical, more efficient figure against whom to be contrasted than Semyonov. During these weeks I think that I hated Semyonov.
Trenchard's Diary. Saturday, August 14th.... Captain T died this afternoon at four-thirty. A considerable shock to me. He was so young, so strong. They all said that he had a remarkable future. He had dined with us several times at Mittövo and his vitality had always attracted me; vitality restrained and drilled towards some definite purpose.
But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat, Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who, it seems, has left the country." "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. "Before to-morrow morning I will ascertain what has become of Thames, or perish in the attempt. And now tell me what has happened to my poor mother?"
"Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. "What have you seen?" inquired Lady Trafford. "My enemy," replied her son. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. "Sir Rowland is your uncle he will be your guardian he will protect you. Will you not, brother?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. "He will kill me," cried Thames.
If the worst came to pass here was one who would rejoice in her freedom. The reflection cut through him like a sword. He would be loath to die until he had taught her to regret him. Then his mind returned to what Trenchard had told him. "You said a Government agent," he mused slowly. "How would a Government agent know the password?" Trenchard's mouth fell open. "I had not thought..." he began.
"Alas," said Trenchard, "my cousin is in France," and in a few brief words he related the matter of John Trenchard's home-coming on his acquittal and the trouble there had been connected with it. The Duke received the news in silence. He had expected good support from old Speke's son-in-law. Indeed, there was a promise that when he came, John Trenchard would bring fifteen hundred men from Taunton.
I was surprised at Trenchard's interest; I had thought him so wrapt in his own especial affair that nothing outside it could occupy him. But he continued: "He knew the tall doctor Nikitin before, didn't he?" "Yes.... Nikitin knew his wife." "Oh, I see.... Nikitin seems to despise him I think he despises all of us." "Oh no. That's only his manner.
Only I know that I was actually living over again those awful days in the forest the heat, the flies, the smells, the glassy sheen of the trees, the perpetual rumble of the guns, the desolate whine of the shells and then Marie's death, Trenchard's sorrow, Trenchard's death, that last view of Semyonov... and I felt that I was being made to remember it all for a purpose, as though my old friend, rich now with his wiser knowledge, was whispering to me, "All life is bound up.
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