"But for now, let us thank God. Let us thank Him." She was
blinded by tears, and turned away. Michael watched her go, then closed
the door softly behind her.
"In the morning I shall have to give her sad news," said the girl,
remembering her purpose. "And perhaps it will grieve you as well."
"What is it, Mary?" And despite his own assurances, he felt that he
must know. "Tell me now, and let us have done with dark surprises."
... "Michael. Your friend and mine. James Talbert is dead."
He was silent for a time, then asked simply.
"How?"
"Two men attacked me on the road west of my mother's hut." She thought
it best not to add that they were English. As it was he came forward
and took her by the shoulders, with a look of sudden anger and
concern.
"Attacked
you? Are you all right? They didn't---" She shook her head quickly,
emphatically.
"No. James saw to that. He killed the one. . .then was shot in the
back by the other, who rode away." She looked at him imploringly. "I'm
so terribly sorry. I feel as if it's my fault...
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