"Derry, if you don't fix this heathen devil--I WILL!"
She stood up before him, breathing quickly, and he beheld in her not
the soft, slim-waisted little goddess of half an hour ago, but the
fiercest fighter of all the fighting ages, a woman roused. And no
longer fear, but a glory swept over him. She was Conniston's sister,
AND SHE WAS CONNISTON. Even as he saw his plans falling about him, he
opened his arms and held them out to her, and with the swiftness of
love she ran into them, putting her hands to his face while he held her
close and kissed her lips.
"You bet we'll fix that heathen devil before we go," he said. "You bet
we will--SWEETHEART!"
XVIII
Wallie, suffering the outrage of one who sees his dinner growing cold,
found Keith and Mary Josephine in the edge of the golden birch and
implored them to come and eat. It was a marvel of a dinner. Over Mary
Josephine's coffee and Keith's cigar they discussed their final plans.
Keith made the big promise that he would "fix Shan Tung" in a hurry,
perhaps that very afternoon. In the glow of Mary Josephine's proud eyes
he felt no task too large for him, and he was eager to be at it. But
when his cigar was half done, Mary Josephine came around and perched
herself on the arm of his chair, and began running her fingers through
his hair.
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