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Farron had suddenly detected a new burn in the hearth-rug. She bent over it. "This wood does snap so!" she murmured. The rug was a beautiful old Persian carpet of roses and urns. "Did you understand what I said, Mama?" "Yes, dear; that Mr. Wayne was going to China in two weeks and wanted you to go, too. Was it just a politesse, or does he actually imagine that you could?" "He thinks I can." Mrs.
In a bound Robin was on the hearth-rug, gripping my hand with his. "You mean it?" he roared. "I do. She is sleeping like a lamb." "Oh, man, I'm just glad! What does anything matter after that?" Then we sat down and smiled upon each other largely and vacuously. We were all a little unstrung that night, I think.
Then he came to a standstill on the hearth-rug with his back to the fireplace. "Do you think it's quite safe to stand there, at least with your back to the hearth? If Lupin dropped through that opening suddenly, he'd catch you from behind before you could wink twice," said the Duke, in a tone of remonstrance.
A very bad break." He paid his bill, and taking his hat, sauntered out into the Strand. The carelessness which had left the check underneath the hearth-rug was not, however, the only bad break made in connection with this affair. At a certain moment during luncheon Garratt Skinner had unwisely smiled and had not quite concealed the smile with his hand.
I sometimes wonder whether in imagination they all troop back at the twilight hour: Hubert to cuddle up in the wing-chair; James to stretch out on the hearth-rug; Veronica and little Eve to nurse their dolls and gaze through the nursery window half fearfully at the striding dusk, or to listen to the tap upon the panes of flying leaves when the great winds rise.
At what you called 'candle-lightin' time, wherever I was in strange drawing-rooms, on rushing express trains, on ships plowing the seas, sitting about camp-fires in the wilderness I'd always seem to see that little, dim-lit room in your New York, and you kneeling beside me on the hearth-rug, with the firelight on your face and hair.
"I know I've no business to bring it in here, Mrs. Cathcart," he said, "and make your drawing-room smell like a pot-house. But, you see, there was a positive stampede for the hearth-rug in the hall. A modest man, such as myself, hadn't a chance. There's a regular rampart, half the county in fact, before that fire. So I thought I'd just slope in here, don't you know?
Just think of any one being discerning enough to find the way into Sue's good graces by the Billy route!" Sue got up and drawing her bath-robe closer about her started for the door. "I think I'll say good night," she said. "I have a Latin exam to-morrow and I've set my alarm for five-thirty." But Annabel, intercepting, drew her to the hearth-rug and began humble apologies.
She took up the hearth-rug all the same, swept under it, and under the fender. So thorough was she, and so pale, that Kathleen, entering with a chunk of bread raided by Gerald from the pantry window, exclaimed: "Not done yet. I say, Eliza, you do look ill! What's the matter?" "I thought I'd give the room a good turn-out," said Eliza, still very pale. "Nothing's happened to upset you?"
Polly clasped her hands tightly together, and looked at her mother. Mrs. Fisher quietly put her sewing into the big basket and got out of her chair. "Oh! what is the matter with Joey?" cried Phronsie, standing quite still by the deserted hearth-rug. "Mamsie, do you suppose his head aches?" "I think it must," said Mrs. Fisher gravely.
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