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"If I approve this system of signals I don't see what you have to complain of. Nancy couldn't get a pencil behind her ear even if she wanted to. It's only a criminal ear like mine that accommodates a pencil." "Speaking of ears," Dick said, looking at his watch, "let's get on with the beauty show. I have to take my mother to see Boris to-night, and she has an odd notion of being on time."
He fell against the door, which swung open, and he rolled as far as the counter, and struck his face against it. The shock, that might well have been fatal, brought him out of his intense nightmare and made him instantly himself again. He rose, jumped over the heap of boots and fol-de-rols, and leaped to the court. There Boris grabbed him by his coat.
In their turn they were swung by Annie; and then followed tea in the play-room, where Nell presided, sitting solemnly in front of the dolls' tea-service and helping Annie and Boris and herself to unlimited weak tea, with heaps of cream. The heat of the day was over at last, a perfect summer's evening had set in. "When are they all likely to be back?" asked Annie.
Listen as he would, Tommy could only catch a word here and there; but the gist of it seemed to be some directions or orders which the big man was impressing on his companion, and with which the latter seemed from time to time to disagree. Whittington addressed the other as Boris. Tommy caught the word "Ireland" several times, also "propaganda," but of Jane Finn there was no mention.
"Then you would have been a fool," said Boris, rudely. "Possibly, but still, even at the risk of your displeasure, there are a few things which I do not care to do." Boris glanced at her sharply. "Of course," she continued, "it is too late now. I have made up my mind, and we will go through with it, but frankly, I don't like this business." "Never mind," said Boris; "it will not last forever.
She rushed at Boris, as though to strike him, but Boris, jaded though he was, was quick and strong. He caught her brutally, as he might a dog, by the neck, and threw her into the dining-room, the door of which stood open, and, utterly careless as to what harm he might do to her, sent the unhappy woman sprawling onto the floor. In a second he had banged the door to and turned the key in the lock.
Aren't you English, then?" "No, I'm American. My name's Fred Waring. You're a Russian, aren't you?" "Yes. My name's Boris Suvaroff. This is a summer place my father owns here. He's away. I'm glad of that, because the Germans would have taken him prisoner if he'd been here." For just a moment neither seemed to catch the other's name. Then the Russian boy spoke. "Fred Waring an American?" he said.
You will always see Boris otherwise than I see him. Our points of vision are simply too different. We cannot even hold the same opinion about what you are feeling. You consider it something lasting, even something eternal, h'm? And I something transitory. Now I could appeal to my experience and say that I have seen more things pass away than you have.
All this put something familiar, something homelike into this alien, hostile environment. Billy answered, laughed a little, endeavored to act as if she were sitting on the porch at Kadullen, even imitated a little the lady-of-the-world manners of her sister Lisa. The champagne was brought. "There, a different expression, if you please, brother," cried Ladislas to Boris, pouring out the wine.
"They know that I am here only for one night, and they are eager as the hungry jackal is eager for food among the yellow dunes of the sand." He threw his burnous over his shoulder and moved away smiling, and murmuring in a luscious voice the first words of Ganem, the Slave of Love. "Let us go now, Boris," Domini said. He got up at once from the table, and they walked together round the bordj.
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