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His pause was only momentary; when he came on his face gave no sign of the emotion that had been riding him nor of the old disappointment again as he saw that the woman was not Ygerne but Ernestine Dumont. Lieutenant Max, a rifle across the hollow of his arm, stepped out to meet them.
Every attribute of that ideal which is somewhere in the heart of every man, until at last the one woman comes to occupy its place more sweetly and warmly and intimately, he brought forth from its dark recess to bestow upon Ygerne. All night he did not sleep. The sun, rising, found him quite another man than that upon which it had set last night.
They didn't interest him; when he was ready he would deal with them and until that time came need not waste his thoughts upon them. But all of the stubborn will of a David Drennen could not keep his mind away from Ygerne Bellaire though he held his feet back from taking him to her, though he drove his eyes away from her.
You knew that before you did me the honour to dine with me. Shall I drink the toast, Ygerne?" She sat regarding him gravely, the dimples of a moment ago merely sweet memories, her eyes stars no longer but deep twin pools, mystery-filled. "Was there a time when you were a gentleman, Mr. Drennen?" she asked steadily.
That matter settled, and another, he would return swiftly to MacLeod's Settlement. He would seek Ygerne and they two would slip away together. He would take her with him so that her eyes might be the first to see with him the golden gash in the breast of earth. He would tell her: "It is yours, Ygerne." So he just said lightly: "Wait a little, Ygerne. Wait until I come back from Lebarge.
"Ygerne!" said Drennen out of a desultory conversation in which an idle question put and unanswered was promptly forgotten. "Well?" she asked quietly. "I am going to tell you something. You will note that I have had but the one glass of wine; I have drunk only one toast. Therefore we may admit that I am sober and know what I am about.
There is another law which reaches even into the lawless North Woods and which says, "Transgress against me and not another but yourself shall shape your punishment." Had he looked into the hearts of Ygerne Bellaire, of Sefton and Lemarc and Garcia, he would have beheld the same truth. He might have looked into the hearts of good men and bad and have found the same truth.
"What horses can climb these cliffs?" "Don't answer his questions!" commanded Ygerne. "Silence is as good as the lies I'd get," retorted Drennen. He closed the heavy panelled door behind turn, dropping into place an iron bolt which fastened staple and hasp. There was one other door at the far end of the long room; he moved toward it, at all times watching Garcia and Ygerne.
"I say what I damned please!" he snapped hotly, and through the crisp words she heard the click of his teeth against his pipe stem. "If the flattery is not too much for a modest maiden to stand you may let me assure you that the one thing about you which I like is your name, Ygerne.
She was still laughing at him, silently now, but none the less genuinely. "You are not afraid of me, are you?" she queried quite innocently. "I think not," he told her shortly. "Since your sex does not come into the sphere of my existence, Miss Ygerne, there is no reason why I should be afraid of it." "Oh!" was her rejoinder. "So you know my name, Mr. Drennen?"
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