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Half-way up the steps he called her, and, leaning against the rail of the banisters, he looked up at her. "When you come down I must see you, Frances and alone. I shall wait here for you." "I cannot see you alone. There will be no time." "Then we must make time. I tell you I must see you." Something in her eyes made him hesitate. He must try another way. "Listen, Frances.

"You make an excellent host, Claudie; you are so ready, so sympathetic! You listen so well, and look as if you really cared, whether you do or not. It's such a help to a man in his career to have a manner like yours. But I remember noticing it the first time I ever met you in Max Elliot's music-room. What a shame of Adelaide Shiffney not to come!" Her voice had suddenly changed.

"John Jago?" "Yes. Now listen. I am going to tell you what passed between John Jago and me." I WAITED in silence for the disclosure that was now to come. Naomi began by asking me a question. "You remember when we went to see Ambrose in the prison?" she said. "Perfectly." "Ambrose told us of something which his villain of a brother said of John Jago and me. Do you remember what it was?"

"Listen! don't you hear them calling?" "Go way f'om yer, Marse Dan, dey's des a-firin' at one anurr," returned Big Abel, but Dan still tossed impatiently, his strained eyes searching through the door into the cloudy light of the alley. It was a sombre day, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed heavy with the smoke of battle.

She was flattered and gratified to think he had thought her worthy of his confidence, that he had chosen her to listen to the secrets of his heart, and she felt that, if she had influence with him, it would become her as a woman to use it on behalf of those whom it might be in his power to save from a fearful death. "And are there many more who must die?" said she.

Listen, Monsieur Derues, listen, I implore you! You see this man, I shall not tell you who he is, I shall not give his name . . . but I loved him long ago; I should have been his wife, and had he not been compelled to leave France, I should have married no one else." Monsieur de Lamotte started, and grew pale. "What is the matter?" the magistrate inquired.

"Did he swear if you didn't talk to me he'd cut your tongue out?" "N n no, miss." "Well, now, stop howling and listen to me! Since, at the peril of your eyelids, you are obliged to keep me in sight, I give you leave to ride just within view of me, but no nearer, and you are never to let me see or hear you, if you can help it for I like to be alone."

He spoke at last, and in the disarray of her sobbing and darkened condition her face pressed against him, her ears full of the sound of her own labouring breath she could not know to the full how strange his voice was, though she felt strangeness and caught her breath to listen. 'Don't take it like this, Althea, he said. 'It's not so bad as all this. It can all be made right.

Sometimes he stopped short to listen as if to find out how near the King's party were behind, and when satisfied he led on again, giving the two lads a friendly tap or two upon the shoulder after finding that any attempt at other communication was in vain.

He was not a young man, although his hair being light the few portions of it which had turned gray were not conspicuous. He was a man who was inclined to listen and to observe rather than to talk, but when he had anything to say he popped it out very briskly. Mr. Petter, having finished his breakfast, excused himself and retired, and Mrs. Petter remarked to Mr.