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We were met by a noise so loud that it might have come from a trombone. 'Why, what on earth is that? I said. I could see the look of shame break over Winifred's features as she said, 'Father. Yes, it was the snoring of Wynne in a drunken sleep: it filled the entire cottage.
"It's so devilish uncanny that one hardly knows what to believe. If this thing had happened in the East one might have looked at it with a more fatalistic eye. But here in England, no man in his senses could believe such a fool's tale as that which Nigel told us to-night. And yet Wynne has gone, vanished! Never a trace of him, though we'll search still farther for a while, to make sure!"
"He iss delling you dat dose diamonds are made made like doughnuds, mitoud der hole; manufactured, pud togedher. Don'd you ged id?" He ran off into guttural German expletives; and slowly, slowly the idea began to dawn upon Mr. Latham. The diamonds Mr. Wynne had shown were not real, then; they were artificial! It was some sort of a swindle! Of course!
I have said I love thee myself, and I can never change. But how can it be? how can it be? And my cousin? O Darthea!" "I love no one, sir. I love everybody. I I think you are impertinent, Mr. Wynne. Is it your business whom I love? My God! there is blood on your hand! Are you hurt?" It was true; a little blood was trickling down my wrist. She was all tenderness again.
For two years Hugh and I had fenced almost daily, and what with Pike and Arthur Wynne, knew most of the tricks of the small sword. "The next moment Le Clere cried, 'On guard, gentlemen! and I heard the click of the blades as they met. I had my hands full, and was soon aware of Le Clere's skill. I was, however, as agile as a cat, and he less clever with his legs than his arm.
As he knew not whether the countenance of the old man attracted or repelled him more, and could only decide that at least it had a strange fascination. Suddenly Ashe felt his glance called up by a familiar presence, and to his surprise saw his friend, Maurice Wynne, come into the room, accompanied by a stately, bright-eyed woman who was warmly greeted by Mrs. Gore.
The queer little one-sided smile looped up his cheek for a moment and was gone again in a twinkling. He crossed to where Mr. Narkom stood, and put a hand on his arm. "Tell me," he said, quietly, "did you ever hear of a chap squirming and moaning and doing the rest of the things that the man said Wynne was doing in the garden pathway, when a bullet had got him clean through the brain?
In fact, I wished most earnestly to keep it awhile from Darthea. How much she knew I could not tell, but I was well aware that she was, above all things, sensitive as to any reference to Arthur Wynne.
To this Arthur Wynne returned, in an absent fashion, "Many things may happen in a year." I laughed, and said his observation could not be contradicted. "What observation?" he replied, and then seemed so self-absorbed that I cried out: "What possesses thee, Cousin Wynne? Thou art sad of late. I can tell thee the women say thou art in love." "And if I were, what then?"
"I don't think it would raise you in her estimation if she heard you. The facts are as I tell you. She dismissed her doctors when they said they could do nothing for her, and took into her house a mind-cure woman, a Mrs. Crapps. Some power has put her on her feet. Wouldn't you do the same thing in her place?" Wynne looked bewildered at Mrs.
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