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He raised his glance to hers and said: "No I didn't like him." Lorry leaned from her chair, her eyebrows lifted, her expression mischievously confidential. "Then we have one taste in common neither do I." She was surprised to see Mark flush, and his gaze widen to a piercing fixity.
He shies and bucks and kicks like a regular devil. This time he shied at a steam lorry and bucked my feet out of the stirrups. Everybody in the squadron has turned him down, and I'm the junior, I've had to take him." He eyed the animal resentfully. "I'd just like to get him on some grass and knock hell out of him!" "I'm glad to see you're not hurt," said Boyce with a smile.
When the others came out, Bronson suggested that they have some music. Lorry promptly invited them to his cabin. "Alice plays wonderfully," said Dorothy. Bronson, talking with Mrs. Weston, enjoyed himself. He had been isolated so long that news from the "outside" interested him. Lorry, gravely attentive to the playing, happened to glance up.
"Now don't be angry at my asking all these questions; because I am a mere dull man of business, and you are a woman of business." "Dull?" Miss Pross inquired, with placidity. Rather wishing his modest adjective away, Mr. Lorry replied, "No, no, no. Surely not.
Rows of paraffin cans were ranged against the engine-room hatchway, and the odour of paraffin was powerfully conflicting with the odour of ozone and possibly ammonia from the marshes. Parcels kept coming down by hand from the village of Moze. Fresh water also came in barrels on a lorry, and lumps of ice in a dog-cart.
Grenfall Lorry returned to Washington as in a dream a fairy dream. The air of mystery that had grown from the first was now an impenetrable wall, the top of which his curiosity could not scale. Even his fancy, his imagination, served him not. There was but one point on which he was satisfied: he was in love. His own condition was no mystery.
Flip, if you could persuade her to try, she'd make you a splendid wife." "And what in the world should I do with a splendid wife?" laughing frankly into her face "what an appalling possession! Lorry, old girl, I've got a splendid woman pal, and that's good enough for me.
Mother's jewels were taken out of the safety deposit box, and Lorry and Chrystie, in French costumes with their hair dressed so that they looked like strangers, gazed upon each other in the embowered drawing-room realizing that they had brought it upon themselves and must see it through. The start was far from promising; none of them seemed able to live up to it.
Grenfall Lorry had an astonishing theory in his mind, and the more he thought it over the more firmly it was imbedded. The warm, blue coils from the cigar wafted away into the night, carrying with them a myriad of tangled thoughts, of her, of Axphain, of the abductor, of himself, of everything. A light step on the stone floor of the shadowy balcony attracted his attention.
"You say," he asked impressively, "that the lorry was at first 4 and then 3. Are you sure you haven't made a mistake of 41?" "How do you mean?" "I mean that it's a common enough phenomenon for a No. 4 lorry to change, after lunch, let us say, into No. 44. Are you sure it wasn't 44?" Merriman joined in the laughter against him. "It wasn't forty-anything, you old blighter," he said good-humoredly.
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