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When Kathleen saw that the bridge was half submerged, and that the current was still strong, though not to be compared in violence with the maelstrom that poured through the gorge, she reined her horse in. "We must turn round and ride home the way we came," she said. "Turn around? Why should we? I intend to cross. I can see Denis Quirk on the farther bank."
He took them into the yard outside the station, and called a four-wheeler. "No, no; one of those two-wheeled things," said the little girl. A hansom was summoned, and the children were put in. The driver was directed to take them to the Métropole, and they started off. "Ah!" said Kathleen, looking with great appreciation around her "ah! the lights aren't they just lovely? And see see that water.
He became more attentive, more openly anxious to give the girl whatever she desired, more courteous in speech and action; but he refrained from asking the inevitable question. As they walked side by side Kathleen had the feeling that Mrs. Quirk was close to them.
Then there came a mid-October morning when, in place of the early scamper on the Downs, Finn and Kathleen were given a light breakfast a little before daylight arrived, and after that were treated to an unusually elaborate grooming.
"This is my lucky day," exclaimed Foster, heartily. "First, you tell me your wife and Miss Kathleen are here, Whitney; then I meet Kiametia on the way to the gallery." Mrs. Whitney smiled covertly. The Senator's courtship of the wealthy spinster was one of the most discussed topics in smart society. "Couldn't resist the temptation to have you all lunch with me," added Foster.
Henry's eyes bulged as he saw the two men, but Miller's manner stopped the ejaculation upon his lips. "Take Miss Whitney home," directed Miller, and lifting his hat to Kathleen he watched the limousine turn a corner and disappear. Then he glanced down at Spencer sprawling on the pavement. A queer smile lighted his face as he stared at the lawyer.
She was a nice woman, and sent faithful bulletins; but the bulletins were bad. Miss Somers seemed to have so little resistance: there was no interest there, she said, no willingness to fight. "The will was slack." Ah, she little knew Kathleen Somers's will! None of us knew, for that matter.
Rosa looked shocked. "Julie was real dacent, she niver sought her betters' society. Nay, she was afeared Miss Kathleen might listen to his courtin'. She didn't consider no wan good enough for Miss Kathleen." "Ah, then she was fond of Miss Kathleen?" "Sure, fond's not the word; she was daffy about her.
"And how did you like the fairies?" said Terence. "The Good People? They were very kind to me and I liked them very much, but I wouldn't have let them keep me I wouldn't have stayed so long, if I had known." "You wouldn't have let them? You wouldn't have stayed? And what would you have done?" "I don't know," said Kathleen. "And who was there besides the fairies?" Terence asked.
"There is no need of imagining such terrible things, but I am glad Dr. Brown is to be here. It is quite providential. I am sure he will put poor Mr. Romayne right. Kathleen, dear," continued the mother, turning to her elder daughter, "I think it would be very nice if you would run over to-morrow while Mrs. Waring-Gaunt drives to the station. I am sure it is very kind of her."
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