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Her hair you could see, for it hung over her shoulders and down her white dress, like 'a gold flag over a sail. For myself I usually prefer dark hair for women; but ah! who could have gainsaid the glory of those luxurious coils that hung over that sweet neck and draping the curving shoulders! Through the open doorway the sun streamed upon it; and the soft tangles gleamed like ruddy gold.

It was a matter of long minutes, that stare, until the head in the doorway, with a slight turn, disappeared. Could a bird sigh, Cocky would have sighed. But he made no movement as he listened to the slow, dragging steps of a man go by and fade away down the hall.

At last an automobile rushed up the street, and McGivney stepped out, and the automobile sped on. Peter got McGivney's eye, and then stepped back into the shelter of a doorway. McGivney followed. "Have you got them?" he cried. "I d-d-dunno!" chattered Peter. "They s-s-said they were c-coming at eight!"

Through a doorway, chiselled top and jambs, she entered a spacious hall nude of furniture, though richly frescoed, and thence passed into a plain open, court coolly shaded, having in the centre a jet of water which arose and fell into a bowl of alabaster.

Chester and the lieutenant had not arrived, and once more Hal felt that queer sinking sensation in his stomach. "If anything has happened to Chester," he mused, "I don't know what I shall do." But his anxiety was soon set at rest, for a few moments later Chester and Lieutenant Anderson appeared in the doorway. Hal jumped to his feet and seized Chester by the hand.

Clara quickly entered the house. He hesitated. He leaped up the step and was in the room. Her mother appeared in the inner doorway, large and hostile. "Who have you got there?" she asked. "It's Mr. Morel; he has missed his train. I thought we might put him up for the night, and save him a ten-mile walk." "H'm," exclaimed Mrs. Radford. "That's your lookout!

It was a cul-de-sac, and consequently no traffic passed that way. The stealthy way the other had looked round stimulated Tommy's imagination. From the shelter of the doorway he watched him go up the steps of a particularly evil-looking house and rap sharply, with a peculiar rhythm, on the door. It was opened promptly, he said a word or two to the doorkeeper, then passed inside.

Bert Hampton, the newsboy, stood trying in vain to sell the last Extra left on his hands by the dull business of the morning. An old man, with a face that looked pinched, and who was dressed in a seedy black coat, stopped at the same doorway, and, with one hand on the latch, he appeared to hesitate between hunger and a sense of poverty, before going in.

Placing the candlestick on the chest of drawers he led her through the doorway, and lifting her bodily, kissed her. A quick look of aversion passed over her face, but clenching her teeth she uttered no cry. Mrs. Edlin had by this time undressed, and was about to get into bed when she said to herself: "Ah perhaps I'd better go and see if the little thing is all right. How it do blow and rain!"

The interest of his mission flowed back, sharpened by the momentary break, and it was with very swift steps that he ran up the Escalier de Sainte-Marie to the rue Müller; there, in the rue Müller, he paused, his back to the green plantation, his face to the row of houses rising one above the other, each with its open doorway, each with its front of brick and plaster, its iron balcony from which hung the inevitable array of blankets, rugs, and mattresses absorbing the morning air.