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Or was it but with him as it had been with her in the Brundage bedroom the awful need of sleep. She bent her ear close over his lips, and heard the breath long, and regular.
But about four miles from Millsborough, we had an accident. You've seen my face, Mrs. Brundage, but you haven't seen my car. And we knew that the Marquis was not far behind us. So we dragged ourselves along the ditch into which we had fallen, and hid. At dawn we saw him go tearing by in his sumptuous sixteen-cylinder electric landaulette. After that "
That's another seven and a half to go Todsmoor's the station, I think. They'll try it on within five minutes, or give it up. What did you do with that snoring beast's automatic?" Amaryllis thrust her hand deep into the Brundage pocket, rummaging. "What an awful pouch!" he exclaimed. "It is a bottomless pit, certainly. But it's much discreeter than yours are, Dick.
On the silence it left, Worth spoke up quietly. "Bull's eye as usual, Bobs. Every word you say is true. And at the Gold Nugget, his name was Henry J. Brundage. He had room thirty on the top floor." Skeet clapped her hands, jumped up and came around the table to kiss Barbara on the ear, and tell her she was the most wonderfullest girl in the world. "Heh!" I flared at Worth.
When we had made the discovery that each was the only thing in the world to the other, and she had told her father, the Marquis of Ontario, that she would wed none but me, his anger was so terrible that I dared no longer leave her beneath his roof. There was nothing for it but " "An elopement!" burst from Mrs. Brundage. Dick nodded. "We did it last night, in my car.
Brundage so much that she went quietly about her work, hoping by hard listening to steal some meaning from the soft words which came pouring out in exculpation. Pépe el Lagarto was pleading his innocence of the only thing which he counted sin, and asseverating his devotion to the only being he loved; and this, condensed, is the story to which Mrs. Brundage attached all meanings but the right one.
Brundage did not like the new-comer, nor the aspect of this meeting. "Who is this man, Mr. Mr. Dick?" she asked. He turned upon her with surprise so well-feigned that she fully believed he had not heard her coming. "He's my chauffeur, Mrs. Brundage," he said. "He is of Spanish blood, born in the Republic of La Plata.
Give me a towel and soap. I'll wash at the pump while you make tea." When he had washed, eaten many eggs and drunk much tea, Mrs. Brundage thought her turn had come. "Lady Adeline " she began, but Dick turned on her so sudden a stare that she stopped short. And no less suddenly he remembered. The woman's softening had made him almost willing to trust her with a condensed version of the facts.
We also attended a camp-meeting at Tulare, where we met Brother and Sister Brundage and other saints. In the month of March, after being in California a year and four months, we took the southern route and returned East by way of Arizona. We stopped at Phoenix and held a two weeks' meeting with good success. One evening I visited a sick sister, who seemed to be suffering considerably.
If this were a heroine, then the queer, persuasive man, bloody and blue-eyed, was the hero and his kind she knew neither in Penny Pansy's country nor her own. "Half a dozen eggs, please, laid to-day. I give half a crown apiece for eggs, if I like 'em," said Dick. "Got any brandy, whisky, or gin? And what's your name?" "Brundage, sir." "And the name of this place?"
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