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They reached a point where their guide, stopping for a moment, looked back at them and pointed forward with his staff. "Odde is over there," he said, and Urquhart added that he knew whereabouts they were. "If it were clear enough," he told them, "you might see it all lying below you like a map; but I doubt if you'll see anything." They pushed on.
He was violently moved; tears were streaming down his face. Urquhart, out of those still, aware, dreadfully intelligent eyes, seemed to see them coming whoever they were. He too, and his pitiful broken members, were calling on life. James, on his feet, shouted with might and main, and presently was answered from near at hand. Then he saw Lingen and the guide wading through the snow.
"I'll be bound you did. You aren't the first man to light a fire. That's what you did. You lit a fire for Macartney to warm his hand at. She's awfully in love with him." Urquhart grew red. "That's not probable," he said. Vera said, "It's certain. Perhaps you'll take the trouble to satisfy yourself before you take tickets for fairy-land. It's an expensive journey, I believe.
He found that a hard saying; but it is a very true one. The departure was made early. Lucy came down to breakfast, and the boys; but Margery Dacre did not appear. Vera of course did not. Noon was her time. The boys were to cross the fiord with them and return in the boat. Lucy would not go, seeing what was the matter with Urquhart. Urquhart indeed was in a parlous frame of mind.
He could not for the life of him have said any of the other things he was thinking. He would have given a lot to have been Cheriton for the moment, so that he wouldn't mind being rude and violent. It was horribly feeble; all he could say was "Good-bye." Having said it, he went abruptly. He sighed as he went back to Urquhart and Leslie. Things were so difficult to manage.
Urquhart talked too much, I thought." "My dear James," she was nettled "you really are " He looked up; the eyeglass hovered in his hand. "Plaît-il?" "Nothing. I only thought that you were hard to please." "Really? Because I think a man too vivacious?" Lancelot said to his porridge-bowl, over the spoon, "I think he's ripping." "You've hit it," said his father. "He'd rip up anybody."
Do you think I don't know by the looks of her? If you weren't infatuated you'd know better than I do." "My dear girl," Urquhart said, with a straight look at her, "the fact is, I am infatuated." "I'm sorry for you. You've made a mess of it. But I must say that I'm not at all sorry for her. Don't you suppose that she is the sort to find the world well lost for your beaux yeux. Far from that.
And yet, sir, I'd sooner trust Urquhart than Mackenzie, and if the case lies against Urquhart " "It will assuredly break him," I put in, "unless he can prove the charge, or that he was honestly mistaken." "Then, sir," said the Captain, "I'll have to show you this. It's ugly, but it's only justice." He pulled a sovereign from his pocket and pushed it on the writing-table under my nose.
"Oh, what a load is lightened. Oh, days to come!" Voices in the conservatory suddenly made her heart beat violently. He was coming! She heard James say oh, the rogue! "Yes, it's rather nice. We put it up directly we came. Lucy's idea. Mind the little step at the door, though." Urquhart, Francis Lingen were in the room Francis' topknot stood up like a bottle-brush.
Then, quite suddenly, and still in his pleasant, soft, casual tones, Urquhart dragged Peter's immense secret into the light of day. "How are your people?" he said. Peter stammered that they were quite well. "Of course," Urquhart went on, "I don't remember your mother; I was only a baby when my father died. But I've always heard a lot about her. Is she..."
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