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Had you and I been left alone there would have been no war." "But I am poor, I have nothing!" she rejoined. There was indeed much in her situation to excite sympathy. It had been through her own act that negotiations between England and Texas were broken off. All chance of Mexico to regain property in Texas was lost through her influence with Van Zandt.
Hamilton, that Major Van Zandt might not like that revelation, and, oddly enough associated with this, a feeling of unconquerable irritability toward that handsome and gentle young officer, kept her mouth closed.
Nights are cold here," and Mrs. Van hurried away. Polly called after her. "Well?" she said, reappearing in the doorway. "Is this Bob's room, Mrs. Van Zandt?" the girl asked. "No, it's Mr. Hard's, but you needn't worry about him. He'll be quite comfortable at the other house." "I was wondering " Polly blushed.
Scott say he mend wagon and they come over to-morrow. I come to-night to see sick boy. When I get up on mesa I see fire don't know who make him but mebbe bandits." Mrs. Van Zandt turned pale. Clutching her bathrobe tightly she made for the door. "Look here," she called, over her shoulder, "you look after the boy and mind you don't spill any of that news before him.
Van Zandt grunted, arranged a pair of eyeglasses which sat uneasily on a nose ill adapted to them, and glanced at the letter. She gave a sigh of relief. "She says she's going straight to the Morgans' when she gets to Conejo. Bob's told her about them. Prob'ly Morgan'll run her over in his car. She ain't very definite about time; don't seem to know just how long she'll be detained at the border."
"Next time I'll take a soft-nosed bullet and get you back of the ear, you rotten little half-breed!" yelled Scott, maddened with helplessness and rage, rolling in the dust. "Marc Scott, ain't you got any sense? Keep your mouth shut!" screamed Mrs. Van Zandt in terror as they gathered around the prostrate man and untied him while the last of the raiders rode off.
This supposition is strongly corroborated by his size, for it is well known that all the progeny of Mother Earth were of a gigantic stature; and Van Zandt, we are told, was a tall, raw-boned man, above six feet high, with an astonishingly hard head.
"And a document sent to that effect by the attaché of Texas!" He smiled coldly. "Two things seem very apparent, Mr. President. First, that this gentle lady stands high in the respect of England's ministry. Second, that Mr. Van Zandt, if all this were true, ought to stand very low in ours. I would say all this and much more, even were it a state utterance, to stand upon the records of this nation!"
Allan Brewster of the Connecticut Contingent." Mistress Thankful whitened, then flushed, and then whitened again. Then she stood up to the major. "It's a lie, a cowardly lie!" Major Van Zandt bowed. Mistress Thankful flew up stairs, and in another moment swept back again into the room in riding hat and habit.
The ancient crone turned, drew aside the curtains, and showed the sweet face of Thankful Blossom, more beautiful even in its paleness. "Come here, darling," repeated the voice. Thankful stepped to the sofa whereon lay the convalescent Major Van Zandt.
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