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Men followed them, laughing, and the picture was not for them. Derry wondered if it were symbolic, this indifference of the crowd. Was the world's pageant of horrors and of heroism thus unseen by the eyes of the unthinking? And now Jean ascended, the top of her hat first a blur of gray, then the red of the rose that he had sent her, a wave of her gray muff as she saw him.
She had expected only to find the two younger ones with their nursery governess. 'Where is Miss Ward? she went on. 'Got a headache, said Hector. 'Leave off, Ger, he went on. 'It's my turn, for the two had been stroking the chinchilla muff with great satisfaction while Aunt Mattie had been speaking to the elder boys. Ger gave a yell.
Ann was affectionately stroking her muff. She looked up at Katie shyly, but with a warm little smile. There was a pause which seemed to hover over it before she said softly: "Why, Katie, I think perhaps I bring him up to New York." Everything in Katie seemed to tighten close up. She gave her most cobwebby dress a perilous shake and said in flat voice: "Wayne's very kind, I'm sure."
Their presence had made him diffident of himself when he was a muff in Clongowes and it had made him diffident of himself also while he had held his equivocal position in Belvedere. A constant sense of this had remained with him up to the last year of his school life.
For it was autumn now late autumn indeed and the sun was well down on his evening journey. The breeze blew freshly in the little girl's face. 'It's rather cold, she said, 'but I like it. 'You might have brought your muff, said Archie; 'though I thought people only had muffs when it was real winter. Miss Mouse reddened a little.
They wanted her to stay on in the palace, but she begged for a little carriage and a horse, and a pair of shoes so that she might go out again into the world to look for Kay. They gave her a muff as well as some shoes; she was warmly dressed, and when she was ready, there in front of the door stood a coach of pure gold, with a coachman, footmen and postilions with gold crowns on.
His hand, hidden under the coverlet, causes the silk to rustle with his convulsive movements, and his lips quiver as at the approach of some dainty. At length the last paper falls aside. The lid is lifted, and joy breaks forth. "A fur tippet!" "A Noah's ark!" "To match my muff, dear, kind husband." "With a Noah on wheels, dear papa. I do love you so."
Elinor gave her a loving look, and Patricia, appropriating a corner of her big muff, gave her hand a surreptitious squeeze. "I wish I could kiss you, you old angel," she said, irrelevantly. "Let's lay in our pemmican, and hustle back for a seat in the parquet circle. I'm dying to look them over and see who's who and what's what before I make any more breaks."
Next came brave old Hero pulling a little cart. In the cart were Snowball, Fluff, and Muff and what was left of Daddy's hat. Dot marched beside the cart. After them came Dandy. Paul was walking by his side and holding something on his back. It was Polly's cage with the black cover off. Pretty Poll was peeping from behind the wires. She looked surprised and a little bit frightened.
He lifted her muff from the desk and she took it from him, turning towards the door. As he followed her into the hall he spoke slowly: "I shall read the papers that relate to the case," he said. "I shall do my duty. You were mistaken if you supposed that your coming to me would influence my decision. Personal appeal rarely avails and is often painful."