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Rafts and boats of a rough character were at once improvised, and by the morning of the 24th of November Sherwood's command was once more on the south side of the river, with men, horses and artillery, ready for the assault. He was moving in a drizzling rain, and as the clouds hung low his movement was pretty well covered.
He had never thought the latter good-looking until he saw him step to the door to take Miss Sherwood's hand and say in a strange, low, tense voice, "Good-morning," as if he were announcing, at the least: "Every one in the world except us two, died last night. It is a solemn thing, but I am very happy." They walked, Minnie and Mr. Willetts a little distance in front of the others.
He was a cool-headed Scotsman; he knew that there were some things best not inquired into, and that men must have their bad hours alone. He glanced at the brandy debatingly, but presently turned and left the room in silence. In his own mind, however, he wished he might have taken the brandy without being discourteous. Armour had discovered Miss Sherwood's letter.
Mason approved, too; while Walter considered the metamorphosis quite marvelous. "Great!" he said. "Get her filled up, and filled out, and her appearance alone will pay you girls for your trouble." While they talked and joked about her, Inez fell fast asleep with her head pillowed in Nan Sherwood's lap.
His brother and the creditor were conspirators, and he wanted nothing to do with them. He might have been less resolute, if he had not seen Mr. Sherwood's carriage stop at the head of the wharf. "Are you all ready, Lawry?" asked Mr. Sherwood. The poor boy could make no reply; he burst into tears, and turned away from his kind friend. "What's the matter, Lawry?" demanded Mr. Sherwood.
Vanderwiller? Did you get badly hurt?" "Hullo!" grunted Toby. "Ain't you Hen Sherwood's gal?" "I'm his niece," she told him. "Can I help?" "Well, I dunno. I got a wallop from one o' them logs when we was breakin' that jam, and it's scraped the skin off me arm " "Let me see," cried Nan, earnestly. "Oh! Mr. Vanderwiller! That must be painful. Haven't you anything to put on it?"
Although she could not have heard Mrs. Sherwood's exclamation of pity, she happened to look up at that instant, revealing a pair of large, dark, and appealing eyes.
Sherwood's have some literary merit, and her Fairchild Family indulged in such delicious and eccentric acts of naughtiness as quite atoned for all the religious teaching, and fascinated Griff, though he was apt to be very impatient of certain little affectionate lectures to which Clarence listened meekly.
"And by my faith and troth, I have a good part of a mind to have thee beaten for thine insolence!" Then he turned upon his heel and strode away. It was a right motley company that gathered about the noble greenwood tree in Sherwood's depths that same day.
Before she looked up Keith had leisure to note the poise of her head and shoulders, the fine long lines of her figure, and the arched-browed serenity of her eyes. Different type this from the full- breasted Morrell, more more patrician! Rather absurd in view of their respective places in society, but a fact. Keith found himself swiftly speculating on Mrs. Sherwood's origin and experience.
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