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But, above all, these eyes were fully conscious of Tom Vanrevel. Without realizing what he did, Mr. Vanrevel stopped short. He had been swinging a walkingstick, which, describing a brief arc, remained poised half-way in its descent. There was only that one glance between them; and the carriage disappeared, leaving a scent of spring flowers in the air.
Gray a point of attack for sallies of wit; there was a touch of the dandy about Vanrevel; he had a large and versatile wardrobe, and his clothes always fit him not only in line but in color; even women saw how nobly they were fashioned.
Something might occur that would bring him home without warning such things have happened. Tom Vanrevel ought to be kept far away from this house." "Oh, it was not he," returned Miss Betty, quickly. "It was Mr. Gray. Didn't you " "My dear," interrupted the other, "Crailey Gray's specialty is talking.
Miss Betty quickly wrote four lines upon the same sheet: "Yes yes! I must see you, must talk with you before you go. Come at dusk. The garden near the gap in the hedge. It will be safe for a little while. He will not be here." She replaced the paper in its envelope, drew a line through her own name on the letter, and wrote "Mr. Vanrevel" underneath.
They rumbled into town after sunset, in the fair twilight, the dogs barking before them, and everyone would have been surprised to know that Tom Vanrevel, instead of Mr. Crailey Gray, was the first to see her.
Tom wondered how Crailey would feel and what he would think about himself while he was changing his clothes, but he remembered his partner's extraordinary powers of mental adjustment and for the first time in his life Vanrevel made no allowance for the other's temperament, and there came to him a moment when he felt that he could almost dislike Crailey Gray.
Will Cummings had abandoned the pen for the sword until such time as Santa Anna should cry for quarter, and had left the office in charge of an imported substitute; but late that night he came to his desk once more, to write the story of the accident to Corporal Gray; and the tale that he wrote had been already put into writing by Tom Vanrevel as it fell from Crailey's lips, after the doctor had, come, so that none might doubt it.
Miss Betty looked at the old fellow keenly. He remained, however, apparently unconscious of her scrutiny, and occupied himself with preparations for removing the tray. "Nelson, what is the quarrel between my father and Mr. Vanrevel?" He had lifted the tray, but set it down precipitately, bending upon her a surprised and sobered countenance.
Gray, for I know you, though I never met you until last night. God bless you God bless you!" She wavered a moment, like a lily in the wind, and put out a hand blindly. "Not you!" she said sharply, as Tom Vanrevel started toward her. Mrs. Tanberry came quickly and put an arm about her, and together they went out of the room. "You must be good to her, Tom," said Crailey then, in a very low voice.
I told you that I had just let things go on," Crailey answered, with an impatient movement of his hands. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going over to see the Governor in the morning. I'll be away two or three days, I imagine." "Vanrevel!" exclaimed Crailey hotly, "Will you give me an answer and not beat about the bush any longer? Or do you mean that you refuse to answer?"
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