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Utterly helpless might have been even an older man in the hands of Mary Connynge at a time like this, Mary Connynge deliberately seeking to ensnare. "Pardon this robe, but half concealing," said her drooping eye and her half uplifted hands which caught the defining folds yet closer to her bosom. "'Tis in your chivalry I trust. I would not so with others."
He paid no attention to his wound, which he knew was nothing serious. So he lay and looked at Mary Connynge, and finally removed his arm. "Get up," said he, simply, and the woman obeyed him. "The fire, Madam, if you please, and breakfast." These had been the duties of the Indian woman, but Mary Connynge obeyed.
"Oh, well then, you see, Mary Connynge," replied Lady Catharine, with the pink flush rising in her cheek, "it were rude to turn them now from our door, since they have already been admitted." "Yes, we will send to the library for your brother," said Mary Connynge, dimpling at the corners of her mouth.
Indeed there might have been pity, even in this assemblage, for the agony now visible upon the brow of Mary Connynge. "Monsieur, the wine has turned your head," said the regent scornfully. "You boast!" "I boast of nothing," cried Law, savagely, his voice now ringing with a tone none present had ever known it to assume.
And though there was heartbreak in his voice, it sounded sweet to the ear of her who heard it, and who now reached up her arms about his neck. "Ah, John Law," said Mary Connynge, "when a woman loves when a woman loves, she stops at nothing!" Time wore on in the ancient capital of England.
Tell such a woman as Mary Connynge that she has a rival, and she will either love the more madly the man whom she demands as her own, or with equal madness and with greater intensity will hate her lover with a hatred untying and unappeasable. Mary Connynge stood, her eyes glancing from one to the other of the men before her.
Dully, apathetically, Law lived on his life here at Montréal for yet a time, at the edge of that wilderness which had proved all else but Eden. Near to him, though in these guarded times guest by necessity of the good sisters of the Convent, dwelt Mary Connynge. And as for these two, it might be said that each but bided the time.
Lady Catharine looked at Mary Connynge and the latter in turn gazed at her. "There could be no harm," said each to the other with her eyes. "Surely it is our duty to take them in with us; at least the one who is wounded." Will Law had said nothing, though he had come forward to the road, and, bowing, stood uncovered.
And so far from John Law being ill-born, why, his mother was Jean Campbell, kinswoman of the Campbell, Duke of Argyll; and a mighty important man is the Duke of Argyll these days, I may tell you, as the king's army hath discovered before this. You see, I have not talked with my brother about these things for naught." "So you make excuse for this Mr. Law of Lauriston," said Mary Connynge.
"Sir," said Mary Connynge, her hands clutching at the arms of her chair, "this is unusual speech to a lady!" "But your story, Madam, is most unusual." "Tell me, then, why should I be here?" burst out the girl. "What is it to me? Why should I care what the Lady Catharine says or does? Why should I risk my own name to come of this errand in the night? Now let me pass, for I shall leave you."
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