soon beside him again; and more than ever he congratulated himself
that nothing had occurred to upset her and spoil the day. Her cheeks
were warm enough now, her dark eyes glowing. She was excited no doubt by
thoughts of the race, and of the 'tenner' he was going to put on for her.
He recounted the matter afterwards to Mrs. Ercott. "That chestnut Tabor
put me on to finished nowhere--couldn't get down the hill--knew it
wouldn't the moment I set eyes on it. But the child enjoyed herself.
Wish you'd been there, my dear!" Of his deeper thoughts and of that
glimpse of young Lennan he did not speak, for on the way home an ugly
suspicion had attacked him. Had the young fellow, after all, seen and
managed to get close to her in the crush at the paddock gateway?
XIV
That letter of hers fanned the flame in Lennan as nothing had yet fanned
it. Earthiness! Was it earthiness to love as he did? If so, then not
for all the world would he be otherwise than earthy. In the shock of
reading it, he crossed his Rubicon, and burned his boats behind him. No
more did the pale ghost, chivalrous devotion, haunt him. He knew now
that he could not stop short. Since she asked him, he must not, of
course, try to see her just yet. But when he did, then he would fight
for his life; the thought that she might be meaning to slip away from him
was too utterly unbearable. But she could not be meaning that! She would
never be so cruel! Ah! she would--she must come to him in the end! The
world, life itself, would be well lost for love of her!
Thus resolved, he was even able to work again; and all that Tuesday he
modelled at a big version of the fantastic, bull-like figure he had
conceived after the Colonel left him up on the hillside at Beaulieu. He
worked at it with a sort of evil joy. Into this creature he would put
the spirit of possession that held her from him. And while his fingers
forced the clay, he felt as if he had Cramier's neck within his grip.
Yet, now that he had resolved to take her if he could, he had not quite
the same hatred. After all, this man loved her too, could not help it
that she loathed him; could not help it that he had the disposition of
her, body and soul!
June had come in with skies of a blue that not even London glare and dust
could pale. In every square and park and patch of green the air simmered
with life and with the music of birds swaying on little boughs. Piano
organs in the streets were
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