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But the discovery, if any there were, was made to wait upon a word of friendly solicitude. "What's this they were telling me down at the lunch-counter just now about somebody taking a pot-shot at you last night?" he asked. "Dougherty said it was Bart Rufford; was it?" Lidgerwood confirmed the gossip with a nod. "Yes, it was Rufford, so Dawson says. I didn't recognize him, though; it was too dark."
Then Sir Andrew prepared to go. At the door he turned once again and looked up at the loft. Through the ragged curtains Marguerite's sweet face was peeping down at him, and the young man rejoiced to see that it looked serene, and even gently smiling. With a final nod of farewell to her, he walked out into the night. The next quarter of an hour went by swiftly and noiselessly.
If the landlord's wife looked in, her expression was serious and austere as always, but she saw nothing in Cain to find fault with, and if Simmen himself looked into the room on the right, he would nod to himself and then go out again: the smith's boy was not so bad to have about, he was a real help in the house! Stephen Fausch's horses and wagon started, and the teamsters ran alongside.
Go, gentlemen, go! My heart knows no vengeance; it has forgiven all those who have wounded me. With a commanding gesture of her hand, and a gentle nod of her head, she dismissed the deputation, who silently withdrew. "Marie," said the king, grasping the hand of his wife with unwonted eagerness, and pressing it tenderly to his lips, "Marie, I thank you in the name of all my subjects.
"A little after midnight," repeated Wyley. "Ensign Knightley and Lieutenant Scrope, I understand, immediately fight a duel, which seems to have been interrupted before any hurt was done." The Major and Scrope agreed with a nod of their heads.
Then to the driver, 'Wagstaff's Barton Street. The driver bowed his head, and put down the flag. Gudrun entered the taxi, with the deliberate cold movement of a woman who is well-dressed and contemptuous in her soul. Yet she was frozen with overwrought feelings. Gerald followed her. 'You've forgotten the man, she said cooly, with a slight nod of her hat. Gerald gave the porter a shilling.
But within a few minutes the American lady had completed her inspection, and inclining her head in a little nod of reverential farewell to the poet and his shoes, she was escorted downstairs by Rodney. Katharine stayed by herself in the little room. The ceremony of ancestor-worship had been more than usually oppressive to her. Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order.
"Yes, I know, d him," said Pine with a groan, and rolled over to clutch at the grass in a vicious manner. "But he's not at The Manor now?" "No." "Agnes doesn't speak of him?" "No." Pine drew a deep breath and rose slowly to his feet, with a satisfied nod. "I'm glad of that. She's a good woman is Agnes, and would never encourage him in any way. She knows what is due to me. I trust her." "Do you?
And so with a nod to the stranger she went for her wraps. But she found him again in the vestibule, and wondered if he had waited for her to come down. "What's the name?" he asked, as the servant came forward to call her carriage. "I haven't any cab," Milly replied bravely. It was her custom these days Cinderella-like to dispense with a return cab. "But it's raining," the man protested.
What it was he had not yet figured to himself; but it was something that raised him above all others, secretly, so that only he was conscious of it. It was the same obscure feeling of being a pioneer that had always urged him forward; and when it did take the form of a definite question he answered it with the confident nod of his childhood. Yes, he would see it through all right!
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