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Miss Strange, the lost will must be found before then, or the other will be opened and read and Carlos made master of this house, which would mean our quick departure and Clement's certain death." "Move a sick man? a relative as low as you say he is? Oh no, Mrs. Quintard; no one would do that, were the house a cabin and its owners paupers." "You do not know Carlos; you do not know his wife.
He was a man in the early thirties, graceful and powerful of build, with a handsome face. "It is my husband you wish to see? I am Mrs. Ferris." "Then General Quintard is dead?" His tone was one of surprise. "His death occurred over a year ago, and my husband now owns the Barony; were you a friend of the general's?" "No, Madam; he was my father's friend, but I had hoped to meet him."
Nothing remains but for you to call up all the servants, or get men from the outside and, beginning at one end I should say the upper one take down every book standing within reach of a woman of Mrs. Quintard's height." "Hear first what Mrs. Quintard has to say about that," interrupted the woman as that lady entered in a flutter of emotion springing from more than one cause.
"You need not speak; just let him see you." Violet nodded and followed Mrs. Quintard into the sick-room. The sight which met her eyes tried her young emotions deeply. Staring at her from the bed, she saw two piercing eyes over whose brilliance death as yet had gained no control.
Quintard was quite positive as to this room being the one in which she had hidden the precious document. "You had better talk to Hetty," said that lady, as a stout woman of most prepossessing appearance entered their presence and paused respectfully just inside the doorway. "Hetty, you will answer any questions this young lady may put. If anyone can help us, she can.
Mother, you must deny them." "Jack, this marriage is bound to come!" "Mother, you are simply hypnotizing yourself into the belief that I am going to marry Ethel Quintard. When" he painfully recrossed his legs, and smiled pleasantly at his mother "when, as a matter of fact, what I have been trying to lead up to is to tell you that I shall never lead Ethel's three millions to the altar."
Crenshaw's wagon, driven by Crenshaw's man, vanished in a cloud of gray dust with the two old slaves, Aunt Alsidia and Uncle Ben, who were being taken to the Crenshaw place to be cared for pending the settlement of the Quintard estate.
Quintard's rigid hand stole up to her throat. "Clement is dying. He is failing hourly," she murmured. "He may not live till morning." Even Carlos was taken aback by this. "Oh, well!" said he, "we will give you two days." Mrs. Quintard gasped, then she walked straight up to him. "You will give us all the time his condition requires and more, much more. He is the real owner of this house, not you.
Offhand, Tom, I'd say that by getting hold of the boy Fentress expects to get hold of the Quintard land." "That's likely," said Ware, then struck by a sudden idea, he added, "Are you going to take all the risks and let him pocket the cash? If it's the land he's after, the stake's big enough to divide." "He can have the whole thing and welcome, I'm playing for a bigger stake."
Quintard was within a few feet of them, but as oblivious of their presence as though she stood alone in the room. Possibly, she thought she did. With fixed eyes and mechanical step she began to move straight towards the table, her whole appearance of a nature to make Hetty's blood run cold, but to cause that of Violet's to bound through her veins with renewed hope.
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