Lecount's hard black eyes looked at Magdalen
reclining on the opposite seat, with her eyes closed and her veil down.
It was only when the carriage stopped at North Shingles, and when
Captain Wragge was handing Magdalen out, that the housekeeper at last
condescended to notice him. As he smiled and took off his hat at the
carriage door, the strong restraint she had laid on herself suddenly
gave way, and she flashed one look at him which scorched up the
captain's politeness on the spot. He turned at once, with a hasty
acknowledgment of Noel Vanstone's last sympathetic inquiries, and took
Magdalen into the house. "I told you she would show her claws," he said.
"It is not my fault that she scratched you before I could stop her. She
hasn't hurt you, has she?"
"She has hurt me, to some purpose," said Magdalen--"she has given me the
courage to go on. Say what must be done to-morrow, and trust me to do
it." She sighed heavily as she said those words, and went up to her
room.
Captain Wragge walked meditatively into the parlor, and sat down to
consider. He felt by no means so certain as he could have wished of the
next proceeding on the part of the enemy after the defeat of that day.
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