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'But you're going to take a lickin' from me first. Before any one realised it, he had flung himself neighing against Vernon. No decencies were observed on either side, and the rest looked on amazed. The two met confusedly, Vernon trying to do what he could with his longer reach; Winton, insensible to blows, only concerned to drive his enemy into a corner and batter him to pulp.
"Break it off!" growled Winton. "Presently. As I was saying, she would miss the chance of marrying the best man in the world for the sake of taking a rise out of him. Moreover, she comes of old Cavalier stock with an English earldom at the back of it, and she is inordinately proud of the fact; while you er you've given me to understand that you are a man of the people, haven't you?"
Still further, the insect pests were intolerable at times. Several cases of illness among the crew of the yacht, though fortunately none was fatal, alarmed Aunt Cynthia and caused some uneasiness on the part of Major Starland, as well as of Captain Winton. In the circumstances, the Major felt warranted in urging the plea of business as a legitimate one for haste in leaving the detestable country.
Captain Winton emitted a resounding blast from the whistle, to which the tug responded, and steamed down the river. His intention was to maintain a moderate speed, passing Zalapata without stop, and to make the first halt at San Luis, which ought to be reached some time during the night. The Captain did not forget one important fact.
They've got cushions with buckskin fringe presents from Dearie and Sweetie, I suppose, and they've got a cedar chest with brass hinges. Regular modern Daniel Boones, they are." "Oh, me, oh, my!" Westy whispered; "have they got jackknives hanging from their belts?" "Right the first time," Bert Winton said. "And leather cases of writing paper?" I said, just for fun.
"What is it?" she asked. "Nothing my deah nothing at all. I was just wondering how a woman's ah sense of propo'tion was put togetheh. But your plan has merit. Do I understand that you will faveh me with your help?" "Why, ye-es, certainly, if I can," she assented, not without dubiety. "That is, I'll be nice to Mr. Winton." "That is precisely what I mean, my deah.
"Only a couple of nights ago I was flopping around like this with Bert Winton and now he's gone he was a hero, that's sure and you and I are together again." "We heard you while we were at camp-fire," Westy said. "Did you mind?" I asked. "No, I didn't mind," he said. "It's funny how two fellows get to be chums," I said. Westy didn't say anything, only just rowed around.
Next morning, on the same bench, she was reading breathlessly the scene between Gemma and Sanin at the window, when she heard Fiorsen's voice, behind her, say: "Miss Winton!" He, too, held a glass of the waters in one hand, and his hat in the other. "I have just made your father's acquaintance. May I sit down a minute?" Gyp drew to one side on the bench, and he sat down. "What are you reading?"
The sound vaguely irritated Winton, reminding him of those two damnable foreigners by whom she had been so treated. To have them at the point of a sword or pistol to teach them a lesson! He heard her say: "Dad, I should like to pay his debts. Then things would be as they were when I married him." He emitted an exasperated sound. He did not believe in heaping coals of fire.
Physically, Gyp grew strong again, but since their return to Mildenham, she had never once gone outside the garden, never once spoken of The Red House, never once of Summerhay. Winton had hoped that warmth and sunlight would bring some life to her spirit, but it did not seem to. Not that she cherished her grief, appeared, rather, to do all in her power to forget and mask it.
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