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He that hath clean hands and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity." Leslie Goldthwaite's face quickened and glowed; they were the psalm lines that had haunted her thought yesterday, among the opening visions of the hill-country. Marmaduke Wharne bent his keen eyes upon her, from under their gray brows, noting her narrowly.
She sat there alone, working out a thought; and at last she spoke as I have said: "If I could only remember the chemicals!" "My dear! What do you mean? The chemicals? For the coffee?" It was Miss Craydocke who questioned, coming up with Mr. Wharne. "Not the coffee, no," said Sin Saxon, laughing rather absently, as too intent to be purely amused. "But the assaying.
Wharne and Miss Craydocke climbed the cliff. Sin Saxon, on her way up, stopped short among the broken crags below.
Leslie and Elinor squeezed each other's fingers lightly, and leaned forward together, their faces brimming over with fun; and the former whispered with emphatic pantomime to Mrs. Linceford, "If Mr. Wharne were only here!" "You've ben worried," said the man. "And you've ben comin' up to 'em gradooal. You don't take 'em in.
The old man laughed till the Thoresby party turned to see. "But I like one thing," he said. "The woman was honest. Her 'black alpacky' was most to her, and she owned up to it." The regular thing being done, outside, the company drifted back, as the shadows fell, to the parlor again. Mrs. Linceford's party moved also, and drifted with the rest. Marmaduke Wharne, quite graciously, walked after.
"Particularly, my dear madam," said Marmaduke Wharne, coming close and speaking with clear emphasis, "as she could not possibly have known that she had a trump in her hand!"
Don't breathe a word, girls," she went on, turning toward them all, and brimming over with merriment and mischief; "but there's the best joke brewing. It's just like a farce. Is the door shut, Elinor? And are the Thoresbys gone upstairs? They're going with us, you know? And there's nothing to be said about it? And it's partly to get away from Marmaduke Wharne? Well, he's going, too.
Wharne, waiting. "I can't tell you now, sir," she answered with a gleam of her old fearless brightness. "It's one end of a grand idea, I believe, that I just touched on. I must think it out, if I can, and see if it all holds together." "And then I'm to have it?" "It will take a monstrous deal of thinking, Mr. Wharne." "If I could only remember the chemicals!" said Sin Saxon.
"He's a queer old fellow, that Mr. Wharne, isn't he?" pursued Master Thayne, after forward and back, as he turned his partner to place. "But he's the only one that's had anything to say to me, and I like him. I've been down to the old mill with him to-day. Those people" motioning slightly toward the other set, where the Thoresbys were dancing "were down there, too.
"Who is your young friend?" inquired Mrs. Linceford, with a shade of doubt in her whisper, as they came out on the balcony. "Master" Leslie began to introduce, but stopped. The name, which she had not been quite certain of, escaped her. "My name is Dakie Thayne," said the boy, with a bow to the matron. "Now, Mrs. Linceford, if you'll just sit here," said Mr. Wharne, placing a chair.
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