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The girl was standing by the open window, and she turned her head without otherwise moving, looking at the speaker with a pair of exceedingly discriminating eyes. "Bosh, my dear aunt!" she whispered confidingly to the blind-cord. "Yes," pursued the lady, with the eager credulity of her first mother, ever ready to believe the last speaker when belief is convenient "Yes.

"Thank God for Peter," she said fervently, and went back to her station by the window. It was considerably darker than before, but for some distance the double avenue leading to the stables was visible. As she watched, playing absently with the blind-cord, her mind dwelt on the long connection between Peter Peters and her family. Thirty years the best of his life.

His mechanical movements stopped, his hand remained on the blind-cord, and he seemed to become breathless, as if he had suddenly found himself treading a high rope. While he stood a sparrow lighted on the windowsill, saw him, and flew away. Next a man and a dog walked over one of the green hills which bulged above the roofs of the town. But Barnet took no notice.

A blind-cord creaked, a window went up over a ship-chandler's shop next door, and a man thrust out his head. "What's wrong?" he demanded. "Sorry to disturb ye, Clemow; but old Rodriguez, here, bespoke us to sweep his chimneys at five, and we can't get admittance." "Why, I heard him unbolt for ye an hour ago!" said the ship-chandler. "He woke me up with his noise, letting down the chain."

They were some time selecting the tree, many being too easy for him, and many too hard for her; but one was found at last, an oak of great age, and frequented by rooks. Then, insisting that she must be roped to him, he departed to the house for some blind-cord. The climb began at four o'clock named by him the ascent of the Cimone della Pala.

"I will tell mother," said Dora Glynde, purposely ignoring Arthur Agar, whose name was always dragged sooner or later into every conversation. "Fancy Jem in a helmet, or a turban, with his face blacked! All the same, if I were a man I should be a soldier. When does he go to join his regiment?" "Oh, almost at once." The girl winced, quietly, between herself and the blind-cord.

A four-fold yell rent the silent peace of the evening, and a maid at one of the Vicarage windows paused with her hand on the blind-cord. "One, two, three!" Another yell, piercing and complex, startled the owls and starlings to a flutter of feathers in the belfry below.

Her brother has been exploring the window-frame with a restless hand, as though in search of some latch or blind-cord. He cannot find what he wants. "I want to come to a clearness about the position of this blessed window," he says. "Which direction is the bed in now? Well describe it this way, suppose! Say I'm looking north now, with my shoulder against the window. Where's the bed?

She glanced at her daughter, who stood by the window in the bright blaze of a brilliant sunset, listlessly hitting the blind-cord and its tassel to and fro. "The poor boy's very young still," mumbled Mrs. Bushell through her pins. "He's twenty-five last month," returned Millicent. "I know, because there's exactly three years between him and me."

'Angry? he repeated, astonished. 'Yes, angry. She walked to the window, and, twitching at the blind-cord, gazed into the dim street. It was beginning to grow dark. 'Shall you fetch the lawyer? I shouldn't if I were you. I won't. 'I must fetch him, Mark said. She turned round and admired him. 'What will he do with his precious money? she murmured. 'Leave it to you, probably. 'Not he.