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To his surprise the hand was dashed away, and he distinctly heard the soldier gasp. "I beg your pardon!" he cried, fearing that he had given pain with his eager strength. "You startled me I was half asleep," stammered the other, apologetically. "Whom do you mean by my mistress?" "Her Royal Highness, of course," said Lorry, impatiently.
In the dim corridor stood the two men, watching him with bated breath and guilty, quaking nerves. "Oh!" gasped Lorry, kissing the missive insanely as his greedy eyes careened through the last line. There was no signature, but in every word he saw her face, felt the touch of her dear hand, heard her timid heart beating for him-for him alone.
Aunt Ellen found this very absorbing and she and Chrystie had questions to ask. Fong's entrance for the tray prevented Lorry from joining in. As the Chinaman leaned down to take it, she whispered to him to open a window, the room was hot. Her eye, touching Mr. Mayer, had noticed that he had drawn out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead which shone with a thin beading of perspiration.
He laughed hysterically over the deception that was being practiced by the blue-eyed, slender woman who held the key to the situation in her keeping. It was not until the night of the eighteenth of November that Quinnox confirmed his fears by telling him of the conditions imposed by Prince Bolaroz. For some reason the young officer had deceived Lorry in regard to the all-important matter.
Lorry; and through his absent manner of clasping his head and drearily wandering away into his own room when they got up-stairs, Mr. Lorry was reminded of Defarge the wine-shop keeper, and the starlight ride. "I think," he whispered to Miss Pross, after anxious consideration, "I think we had best not speak to him just now, or at all disturb him.
The only troops there in my time were of the Royal Corps of Signals, the odd Royal Artillery gunner or bombardier and some Royal Ulster Rifles doing guard duties. Initially the GOR shifts were taken to Hamoaze House by lorry but after a while the GOR was moved to Fort Austin though we always knew this fort as Egg Buckland Keep.
Bronson told him frankly that he was sorry to see him go, especially for such a length of time. "But I'm glad," said Dorothy. Lorry stared at her. Her face was grave, but there was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She laughed. "Because it will be such fun welcoming you home again." "Oh, I thought it might be that piano " "Now I shan't touch it!" she pouted, making a deliberate face at him.
In all these places Lorry and Mark sent out that call for the lost which park and reservation soon grew to know and echo. Standing on a rise of ground Mark would cry with the full force of his lungs, "Is Chrystie Alston there?" The shout spread like a ring on water, and at the limits of its carrying power, was taken up and repeated.
Forgetful of the darkness, she gave vent to a little protesting shriek, fearing that the eyes of the captain had witnessed the pretty transgression. Lorry laughed as he sprang to the road and turned to assist her in alighting.
And if he ain't, you ought to be there, anyhow." "I know it, Bud. I wish Lorry was here." "I don't. I'm mighty glad he's out there where he is. What do you think he'd do if he knowed Jim was shot up?" "He would go to his father " "Uh-uh?" "And " "Go ahead. You wa'n't born yesterday." "He would listen to me," she concluded weakly. "Yep.
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