made the hills ring again. Every day hundreds come up to
Victoria scarcely heard Austen's acknowledgments of her kindness, so perfunctory did they seem, so unlike the man she had known; and her own protestations that she had done nothing to merit his thanks were to her quite as unreal. She introduced him to the Englishman.
"Mr. Rangely has been good enough to come with me," she said.
"I've never seen anybody act with more presence of mind than Miss Flint," Rangely declared, as he shook Austen's hand. "She did just the right thing, without wasting any time whatever."
"I'm sure of it," said Austen, cordially enough. But to Victoria's keener ear, other tones which she had heard at other times were lacking. Nor could she, clever as she was, see the palpable reason standing before her!
"I say," said Rangely, as they drove away, "he strikes me as a remarkably sound chap, Miss Flint. There is something unusual about him, something clean cut."
"I've heard other people say so," Victoria replied. For the first time since she had known him, praise of Austen was painful to her. What was this curious attraction that roused the interest of all who came in contact with him? The doctor had it, Mr. Redbrook, Jabe Jenney,--even Hamilton Tooting, she remembered. And he attracted women as well as men- -it must be so. Certainly her own interest in him--a man beyond the radius of her sphere--and their encounters had been strange enough! And must she go on all her life hearing praises of him? Of one thing she was sure--who was not?--that Austen Vane had a future. He was the type of man which is inevitably impelled into places of trust.
Manly men, as a rule, do not understand women. They humour them blindly, seek to comfort them--if they weep--with caresses, laugh with them if they have leisure, and respect their curious and unaccountable moods by keeping out of the way. Such a husband was Arthur Rangely destined to make; a man who had seen any number of women and understood none,--as wondrous mechanisms. He had merely acquired the faculty of appraisal, although this does not mean that he was incapable of falling in love.
Mr. Rangely could not account for the sudden access of gayety in Victoria's manner as they drove to Fairview through the darkness, nor did he try. He took what the gods sent him, and was thankful. When he reached Fairview he was asked to dinner, as he could not possibly get back to the Inn in time. Mr. Flint had gone to Sumner with the engineers, leaving orders to be met at the East Tunbridge station at ten; and Mrs. Flint, still convalescent, had dined in her sitting room. Victoria sat opposite her guest in the big dining room, and Mr. Rangely pronounced the occasion decidedly jolly. He had, he proclaimed, with the exception of Mr. Vane's deplorable accident, never spent a better day in his life.
- Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
- into the rail and there he clung. Rain lashed at his face,
- ambitions too. Southron ambitions that would not be served
- Amidships, a dozen sailors and two of the fiery fingers
- He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
- my hands. After my toes, my feet. But only when I beg for
- by having his heir marry the daughter of one of his own
- Greyjoy might have tried to help her, once. But Theon had
- end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
- is Reek. I must not forget my name. He jerked to his feet
- lifted his staff, and inclined its head toward the west.
- He was still waiting for his porridge when Ramsay swept
- nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised
- Theon stumbled. “Love them? I never … I took this castle
- his own (ankle deep in snow that had blown in through a
- he stood below the dais, she looked him up and down, and
- to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
- red mountains of Dorne. He brought his sister’s bones
- The woman smiled crookedly. “Do you take me for a whore?”
- Theon was staring down into the last dregs of his third
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- on lines as the mates bellowed orders in the tongue of
- But he held on to the line, held on with a desperate strength
- the spirits of the dead locked within their tombs. If a
- which marks the natural boundary of the country that the
- welcome the company of Theon Turncloak, nor did he have
- Each knight had his squires, servants, and men-at-arms.
- them along the inner wall, a rank of snowy sentinels. “Lord
- and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river
- face. He wanted to kiss her, to fuck her right there on
- hour to uncover the entrance, shoveling through the snow
- a strange thought, and stranger still to remember that
- lamp was incapable of penetrating the fog. He groped with
- touched his knee, pale flesh against dark stone. “Brandon
- That night he dreamed that he was back in King’s Landing
- places, her hold awash in seawater, her mast a splintered
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- The entrance to the crypts was in the oldest section of
- Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its
- I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was
- than the manners of these people. They generally began
- the girl from wandering. And she is only naked when she
- thought, but he saw other things as well. A lot of fear,
- the beat of the drums two of Abel’s other girls were
- reason we have seen so many parrots lately; the cheucau
- next table, men were arguing about the storm and wondering
- about being a dwarf. Perhaps you will be good enough to
- vassals. Afterward my father nursed some hope of wedding
- He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
- common cause with Casterly Rock to war against Dagon Greyjoy,