They were mincing
along, gazing about them, and uttering little contemptuous titters,
and Stead could only too well guess what kind of remarks Emlyn's
companion might make upon him.
Near his stand, however, the other lady beckoned her maid to adjust
something in her dress; and Stead could approach Emlyn. She looked
up with her bright, laughing eyes with a certain wistfulness in them.
"Have you made up your mind to cheat the owls?" she asked.
"Emlyn, if you would not speak so lightly, I could show cause--"
"Oh, that's enough," she answered hastily, turning as the other maid
joined her; and Stead caught the shrill, pert voice demanding if that
was her swain with clouted shoes. Emlyn's reply he could not hear,
but he saw the twist of the shoulders.
There are bitter moments in everyone's life, and that was one of the
very bitterest of Steadfast Kenton's.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE ASSAULT OF THE CAVERN.
"By all description this should be the place.
Who's here?"
SHAKESPEARE.
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