Already in the early morning revengeful spirits from Lebanon
had invaded the outer portions of Manitou and had taken satisfaction out
of an equal number of "Dogans," as they called the Roman Catholic
labourers, one of whom was carried to the hospital with an elbow out of
joint and a badly injured back.
With as much information as he needed, Jowett made his way back to
Lebanon, when, at the approach to the bridge, he met Fleda hurrying with
bent head and pale, distressed face in his own direction. Of all Western
men none had a better appreciation of the sex that takes its toll of
every traveller after his kind than Aaron Jowett. He had been a real buck
in his day among those of his own class, and though the storm of his
romances had become but a faint stirring of leaves which had tinges of
days that are sear, he still had an eye unmatched for female beauty. The
sun which makes that northern land a paradise in summer caught the
gold-brown hair of Gabriel Druse's daughter, and made it glint and shine.
It coquetted with the umber of her eyes and they grew luminous as a
jewel; it struck lightly across the pale russet of her cheek and made it
like an apple that one's lips touch lovingly, when one calls it "too good
to eat." It made an atmosphere of half-silver and half-gold with a touch
of sunrise crimson for her to walk in, translating her form into melting
lines of grace.
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