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There was silence again, for the space of a whole block. Finally, Stephen managed to say: "You'll have to excuse me, sir. I do not care to do that." "What?" cried the Judge, stopping in the middle of a cross-street, so that a wagon nearly ran over his toes. "I was once a guest in Colonel Carvel's house, sir. And " "And what?"
Flora murmured that that was her intention, but she was far from speaking the truth. She only waited to make sure of Clara's being in her own rooms to get out of the house and telephone to Harry. It was not far to the nearest booth, a block or two down the cross-street. She rang, first, the office. The word came back promptly in his partner's voice. He had gone to Burlingame by the early train.
An automobile, darting out from a cross-street, caused the driver of the wagon to pull in abruptly and apply the brake. With the crate thus suddenly arrested, Michael's body was precipitated forward. There was no brake to stop him, unless the soft end of his nose be considered the brake, for it was his nose that brought his body to rest inside the crate.
There was incongruity deeper than their bizarre externals; a half-melancholy, half-crazy absurdity in their action, the substitution of a grim spasmodic frenzy for levity, that rightly or wrongly impressed me. When the increasing gloom of the evening made their figures undistinguishable, I turned into the first cross-street.
If I have George I shall never want anything else." The bedraggled, slatternly figures of the women sweeping the pavements in the cross-street through which they were driving filled her with a fugitive sadness, so faint, so pale that it hardly dimmed the serene brightness of her mood.
All the way home she looked vainly for Stephen at every cross-street. She fancied she heard his step behind her; she fancied she saw his tall figure in the distance. After she reached home and the expectation was over for that day, she took herself angrily to task for her folly.
His ears told him that Jabe and his crew had also swung into the cross-street. "Hey, there!" shouted a voice, roughly. Percy halted at once and wheeled about with affected surprise. A side glance into the barn told that its mows were well filled and that its floor was strewn with hayseed. Standing at ease, he awaited the approach of his foes. Jabe dashed up on the run.
Mogens kept on running as quickly as before, but much easier at heart. Still a few streets, there were more and more people, and they were talking now of the soap-factory. It lay directly opposite the councilor's. Mogens ran on as if possessed. There was only a single slanting cross-street left.
There was silence again, for the space of a whole block. Finally, Stephen managed to say: "You'll have to excuse me, sir. I do not care to do that." "What?" cried the Judge, stopping in the middle of a cross-street, so that a wagon nearly ran over his toes. "I was once a guest in Colonel Carvel's house, sir. And " "And what?"
To the south the cross-street stretched to Market with an unbroken array of lights, and as my unwary watchers had disappeared in the darkness, I hastened down the incline with so little regard for dignity that I found myself running for a Sutter Street car and caught it, too.
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