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Her beauty and continual cheerfulness had always been the joy of Dyck's life, and because his mother had married his father she was a woman of sense, with all her lightsome ways he tried to regard his father with profound respect. Since his wife's death, however, Miles Calhoun had deteriorated; he had become unreasonable.
Before they could arrest him, Swaine flung himself towards Dyck with a knife in his hand. Dyck's hand was quicker, however. His pistol flung out, a shot was fired, and the knife dropped from the battered fingers of Nick Swaine. "Have his wounds dressed, then put him in irons," Dyck commanded. From that moment, in good order and in good weather, the Ariadne sped on her way westward and southward.
A dark, ruthless light came into Dyck's eyes. "Some one's got to pay." A grim smile crossed his face. "We've done the forbidden thing; we've mutinied and taken to the open sea. We were fired on by the other mutiny ships, and that will help our sailors, but it won't help me. I'm the leader. We ought, of course, to have taken refuge with the nearest squadron of the king's ships.
Llyn nodded, and in a low tone told Sheila that she wished to be alone with Dyck for a little while. In Dyck's eyes, as he watched Sheila go, was a thing deeper than he had ever known or shown before. In her white gown, and with her light step, Sheila seemed to float away a picture graceful, stately, buoyant, "keen and small."
Each man's remarkable skill in defence was a good guarantee against disaster due to carelessness. Seldom have men fought so long and accomplished so little in the way of blood-letting. At length, however, Dyck's tactics changed. Once again he became aggressive, and he drove his foe to a point where the skill of both men was tried to the uttermost.
As she was about to pass beyond a clump of pimento bushes, she turned her head towards the two, and there was that in her eyes which few ever see and seeing are afterwards the same. It was a look of inquiry, or revelation, of emotion which went to Dyck's heart. "No, she does not know the truth," Mrs. Llyn said. "But it has been hard hiding it from her.
Dyck's hand went out to him, and a warm smile crept to his lips. "Michael ever faithful Michael!" A moisture came to Michael's eyes. He did not speak as he clasped the hand Dyck offered him. Presently Dyck turned to old Christopher with a kindly laugh. "Well, old friend! You, too, come to see the stag set loose again? You're not many, that's sure."
At table, he was opposite Veronica, and he reminded her more than ever of Van Dyck's portraits, so that she wondered why she had never before thought of the general resemblance. He talked less than at luncheon, and sometimes his eyes rested on hers with an expression which she could not understand. But there was admiration in it, as well as something else.
Before they could arrest him, Swaine flung himself towards Dyck with a knife in his hand. Dyck's hand was quicker, however. His pistol flung out, a shot was fired, and the knife dropped from the battered fingers of Nick Swaine. "Have his wounds dressed, then put him in irons," Dyck commanded. From that moment, in good order and in good weather, the Ariadne sped on her way westward and southward.
They can be seen now in the Garde Meuble. Van Dyck, the great Hollander, made court painter to the king, drew borders for them, and was proud to do it, too. Van Dyck's other work here was a portrait of Sir Francis Crane and one of himself. Rubens likewise associated his great decorative genius with the factory and gave to it his suite of six designs for the Story of Achilles.
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