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And Olga found herself standing above a swathed, motionless figure in hushed expectancy of she knew not what. The hand that held hers made as if to withdraw itself, but she clung to it suddenly and convulsively, and it closed again. "All right," said Max's leisurely tones. "He's a bit sleepy still. Noel!" He bent, still holding her hand. "I've brought Olga, old chap, as I promised.
That pose, which is in some degree observant, marks so plainly a duellist of the first rank that a feeling of inferiority came into Max's soul, and produced the same disarray of powers which demoralizes a gambler when, in presence of a master or a lucky hand, he loses his self-possession and plays less well than usual. "Ah! the lascar!" thought Max, "he's an expert; I'm lost!"
Max's injury had been productive of good, in one way. It had brought the two brothers closer together. In the mornings Max was restless until Dr. Ed arrived. When he came, he brought books in the shabby bag his beloved Burns, although he needed no book for that, the "Pickwick Papers," Renan's "Lives of the Disciples." Very often Max world doze off; at the cessation of Dr.
"I am sure you have a great deal, mamma Vi; and I thank you very much for that promise," Lulu said, turning to go. But at that instant a quick, boyish step sounded in the hall without; and Max's voice at the door asked, "Mamma Vi, may I come in?" "Yes," she said; and in he rushed, with a face full of excitement. "Lu, I've been looking everywhere for you!" he cried.
The fat hostess, with a timid and conciliatory air, said, "Captain, I have lent it!" "Send for it," cried one of Max's friends. "Can't you do without it?" said the waiter; "we have not got it." The young royalists were laughing and casting sidelong glances at the new-comers. "They have torn it up!" cried a youth of the town, looking at the feet of the young royalist captain.
"I can run licker than you," was Max's reply, and he ducked beneath her arm and dashed across the garden. Miss Bibby's blood rose high and she started to follow him. But how may a lady who for at least twenty years has done nothing but walk sedately ever expect or wildly hope to catch up a pair of brown muscular little legs?
"I presume you have been in Max's room, condoling with and encouraging him in his defiance of grandpa's authority; and let me tell you, I won't allow it." "It makes no difference whether you allow it or not," she said, turning away with a contemptuous sniff. "I'm my own mistress." "Do you mean to defy my authority, Zoe?" he asked, with suppressed anger. "Yes, I do.
"How's that fillet de who's this, with asparagrass tips and mushrooms?" For a brief moment Max's eye gleamed and then grew dull again. "It's fine to put the stomach out of business, Abe," Max said. "Take the tip from one who has lost sixty pounds, ten customers, and a good job all in six weeks and order poached eggs on toast."
'I am afraid I speak my mind pretty freely, in spite of bystanders. Well, Miss Garston, so I hear you have come down as a sort of female Quixote among us. Heathfield is to be the scene of your mission. I was so angry at the tone in which he said this that I made no reply. What right had a perfect stranger to meddle in my business? It was all Uncle Max's fault; if he had only held his tongue.
Kitty went very sweetly to the Peak, and two days afterward Max Raymond, straying up the hills with his fishing rod, strayed upon Tom Duffan, sketching. Max did a great deal of fishing that summer, and at the end of it Tom Duffan's pretty daughter was inextricably caught. She had no will but Max's will, and no way but his way.
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