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At first his attitude might have been mere propriety. One can look respectfully at a preacher and be internally breaking all the commandments. But even with the text I saw real attention light in the Virginian's eye. And keeping track of the concentration that grew on him with each minute made the sermon short for me. He missed nothing.
"Day will be soon," he whispered, "and we must light out of this. I never suspicioned yu' had that much of the devil in you before." "I reckon some of the fellows will act haidstrong," the Virginian murmured luxuriously, among the warmth of his blankets. "I tell yu' we must skip," said Lin, for the second time; and he rubbed the Virginian's black head, which alone was visible.
For himself, his path of duty lay clear to the Virginian's vision; like Labertouche's, it was the road to Kathiapur. He had no more doubt that Sophia had been conveyed thither than he had of Farrell's presence before him.
In his arms, sustained with an air of infinite pride and exultation, was an apparition that blinded the Virginian's eyes to every other object; it was Edith Forrester; who, extending her own arms, as the soldier sprang to meet her, leaped to his embrace with such wild cries of delight, such abandonment of spirit to love and happiness, as stirred up many a womanish emotion in the breast of the surrounding Kentuckians.
These pecuniary transactions arranged, William Esmond went away scowling towards the stables, where he loved to take his pipe with the grooms; the brisk parson went off to pay his court to the ladies, and partake of the Sunday dinner which would presently be served. Lord Castlewood and Harry remained for a while together. Since the Virginian's arrival my lord had scarcely spoken with him.
"You was speaking of gathering some flowers yondeh." "Why, yes," said Molly, blithely. "And you'll come?" she added to me. But I was on the Virginian's side. "I must look after my horse," said I, and went down to the corral. Day was slowly going as I took my pony to the water. Corncliff Mesa, Crowheart Butte, these shone in the rays that came through the canyon.
And she had chosen. Those voices of the world had more than angered her; for after the anger a set purpose was left. Her sister should have the chance neither to come nor to stay away. Had her mother even answered the Virginian's letter, there could have been some relenting.
"Anstey!" called Prescott softly across the company street. "Oh, was it you idiots?" demanded the Virginian, showing his wrathful looking face. "No," replied Dick. "Come over as quickly as you can." It took Anstey a few minutes to dry himself, and to rearray himself, for the Virginian's sense of dignity would not permit him to go visiting in the drenched garments in which he had awakened.
For in a broken country there is nothing left to steal. But the railroad came, and built a branch to that land of the Virginian's where the coal was. By that time he was an important man, with a strong grip on many various enterprises, and able to give his wife all and more than she asked or desired.
And they then talked about the old State, trying to discover mutual interests there. The Virginian's wife was a strong, handsome, cordial woman. Her family came from the Pan Handle, but from the neighborhood of Wheeling, They were not mountaineers. She had six children. They were going to California because her husband had the mining fever.
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