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And certainly Kitty Bristol did nothing to enliven it. She sat very silent, her black dress changing her a good deal, to Ashe's thinking, bringing back, as he chose to fancy, the pale convent girl. Was it so that she went through her pious exercises? by-the-way, she was, of course, a Catholic? said her lessons, and went to her confessor?
"And I hope we shall make you happy, too," she cried, and throwing her arms about Miss Ashe's neck kissed her lovingly. Cousin Charlotte's eyes were dim as she opened the door wide. "Welcome home," she cried. Then in a louder, brisker voice, "Anna, Anna," she called, "where are you? Here are our young ladies come, and neither of you out to meet and welcome them! I am ashamed."
When those were played, they might look each other and the world in the face. Till then they were but triflers mean souls fit neither for heaven nor for hell. Ashe's whole being was soon in a tumult of rage under the sting of this report, as he was able to piece it out from Kitty. But he kept his self-command, and by dint of it he presently arrived at some notion of her own share in the scene.
They stayed too long." "How you and Mary chattered!" said Kitty, with a little pout. But at the same moment she slipped an appealing hand into his. Ashe clasped the hand, and laughed. "I always told you she was an excellent gossip." Sir Richard and Mary pursued their way through the narrow calles that led to the Piazza. Sir Richard was expatiating on Ashe's folly in marrying such a wife.
Father, let me introduce you to the nicest girls in Overton." Robert Ashe's sombre eyes smiled a kindly welcome as he looked into the radiant young faces of his daughter's guests. As each girl was presented to him he shook hands with her in a hearty, whole-souled way that completely dispelled any feeling of constraint on her part. "Father, you may take Elfreda in to dinner to-night.
"Put your arms round my neck. Let me carry you up-stairs." With a sob she did as she was told. Ashe's library a comparatively late addition to the rambling, old-fashioned house, communicated by a small staircase at the back with his dressing-room above. He lifted the small figure with ease, and half-way up-stairs he impetuously kissed the delicate cheek.
However, even a look into the past might solve part of the big mystery." Ross grunted and stretched out to follow Ashe's example. But behind his closed eyes his brain was busy, and he did not cultivate the patience he needed. Peep-probes were all right, but Karara had a point. You wanted more than a small window into a mystery, you wanted a part in solving it.
By the time he turned around, the cork of seats was heaved up and a gun was pointing at his middle. His hands went up in small reluctant jerks as that threat held him where he was. Two of the fur-clad Reds climbed into the control chamber. Ross recognized the leader as Ashe's double, the man he had followed across time.
A man could not work so closely with another and continue to resent his attitude; either he blew up entirely, or he learned to adjust. His awe at Ashe's vast amount of practical knowledge, freely offered to serve his own blundering ignorance, created a respect for the man which might have become friendship, had Ashe ever relaxed his own shield of impersonal efficiency.
Her r's rolled a little as she spoke, with a charming effect, and she looked at him radiantly, as though to strike and to make amends were equally her prerogative, and she asked no man's leave. "You've not yet seen what there is to see here," said Ashe, smiling. "Look behind you." The girl turned her slim neck and exclaimed. For behind Ashe's chair was the treasure of the house.
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