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he said, absorbed in putting on her jacket. She took her place in the boat by Mr. Henderson. Evidently the evening had gone wrong with him, for his face was ghastly in the moonlight, and his long, nervous fingers never stopped fingering the little gold cross hanging below the line of his vest. William Leroy did not return with the party at all. Not that she was concerned with that, Alexina assured herself proudly, it was only that she could not help hearing the others wondering at his entering a boat with the negro boy and rowing swiftly away up the lake. It was clear to her. Lake Nancy would have been the next lake on the chain had the channel been cut. He meant to tramp across home to save himself the trouble of going back to town. She did not think he had very good manners at any rate. Yet, when the boats came in at the hotel pier, it was William Leroy who met them. He waited for Alexina and walked with her a little ahead of the others up through the yard. "Mrs. Garnier is not well," he told her. "I went home and drove in and Mr. Jonas is putting her in the wagon now. We'll take her out to mother; she's all upset over something." She stopped short, having forgotten her mother. "I can't let you," she declared; "it isn't right to Mrs. Leroy." "Mother's waiting," he said. "You'd better go in and say something to somebody, and get Celeste." Mrs. Leroy said that people always obeyed the King William tone. Alexina stood, hesitating. He waited. Then she went. He was in the wagonette when she and Celeste came out. The place was still and deserted, even Mr. Jonas gone, for which Alexina was grateful. Molly was on the back seat, and Celeste, gaunt and taciturn, started to mount beside her. Molly protested. "Not you, mammy; go in front. I want Malise--not the big Malise, you know--the little one." The girl, taking the wraps from the old woman, got in by her mother and began to put a shawl about her. The dew was falling heavily. Molly touched her hand. "Once Alexander said to me, 'Let Malise keep tight hold on you, Molly.'" William Leroy was flicking the mules travelling briskly through the sandy streets, and talking to the old woman, but she was sullen and the conversation died. Alexina's heart was choking her. Her father--daddy--Molly had spoken to her of daddy. And all the while Molly was talking on, feverishly, incessantly. "You must keep him away, Malise, that minister, he worries me and his
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