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Seeing that I had him, Jimmy advanced to the hearth-rug as if about to make his statement; then changed his mind and, thrusting a dozen of the letters into my hands, invited me to read. The first letter ran: "Dearest Uncle Jim, I must tell you about my canary. I love my canary very much. It is a yellow canary, and it sings so sweetly. I keep it in a cage, and it is so tame.
After the first greetings were over, candles were lighted, and the three men stood on the hearth-rug together a very remarkable group, as you would have said, had you seen them. You might go a long while in any country without seeing three such men in company. Captain Brentwood, of Artillery renown, was a square, powerfully built man, say five-foot-ten in height.
Did n't ask him one word about what he had seen or heard, but gave him full details of my private history, I having never been off my own hearth-rug for more than an hour or two at a time, while he was circumnavigating and circumrailroading the globe. Yes, if anybody can claim the title, I am certainly the prize idiot." I am afraid that we all say such things as this to ourselves at times.
He rose to hand her a chair, but she shook her head and walked over to the window, then returned and stood by the table, leaning on it as if to steady herself. "Shall I get you a glass of port wine?" "No; more than one goes to my head." He threw the proofs on the table and retreated to the hearth-rug. "I suppose this means that you must not come here any more?" "Does it?
"Well," added Cumberly, "he is a famous novelist, and his flat, unfortunately, has been made the scene of a crime. This is Detective-Inspector Dunbar, who has come to solve our difficulties, Leroux." He turned to where Exel stood upon the hearth-rug toying with his monocle. "Mr. John Exel, M. P." "Glad to know you, gentlemen," said Dunbar.
The spirit of a Crusader, half-heaven, half-earth, fired the gentle breast of the besieger till Jerusalem was won. Then came the hour of disenchantment. The mysterious object of adoration, seen on his own hearth-rug, melted into the mass of men. The spiritual idealist was cross over an ill-cooked dinner, and as commonplace at breakfast as his Times.
I have got a top-coat in the hall." He went out without ceremony. Lionel walked with him to the door. It was a fine, starlight evening. When he, Lionel, returned, Lucy was alone. Mary Elmsley had left the room. Lucy had quitted the chair of state she had been sitting in, and was in her favourite place on a low stool on the hearth-rug. She was more kneeling than sitting.
He took a turn or two across the room, coming back to his stand on the hearth-rug. "I've travelled far since then," he continued; "I've had to travel far. Evie hasn't been able to come with me; and that's all there is to the story. It isn't her fault; because when I asked her, I had no intention of taking this particular way." "It was I who drove you into that," she said, with a hint of remorse.
"I'm not going to marry you, Peter," Beulah whispered, as she slipped by him to the door, "don't think of me. Think of her." But Peter was almost past coherent thought or speech as they stood facing each other on the hearth-rug, Eleanor's little head up and her breath coming lightly between her sweet, parted lips. "Where did you go?" Peter groaned.
Lois raised the hand-screen she held, so that Dick could only see the curls about her forehead and one small curve of her ear. "How hot the fire is!" she said. Dr. Howe folded his newspaper with much crackling and widely opened arms. "Don't sit so near it. In my young days, the children were never allowed to come any nearer the fireplace than the outside of the hearth-rug."
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