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Norah's was only a light whip, half the length and weight of the one her father carried. It was beautifully plaited a special piece of work, out of a special hide; while the handle was a triumph of the stockman's art.
"It won't do," said Pinky, "to take her through to street. She's too far gone, and the police will be down on us and carry her off." "Norah's got some place in there," said the other, pointing to an old wooden building close by. "I'm out with Norah," replied Pinky, "and don't mean to have anything more to do with her." "Where's your room?" "That isn't the go. Don't want her there.
Shame for Joe Harris, it must be said that while she really descended to the basement and made an inroad on Norah's larder to the extent of the wing of cold chicken and one slice of bread-and-butter, yet she thrust both the edibles into a piece of paper and into her pocket, at the imminent risk of greasing the latter convenient receptacle, and was back again on the parlor floor within the space of one and a half minutes by the little Geneva watch which she carried so bewitchingly at her belt.
Whatever objection you may personally feel to renewing the efforts for the rescue of this miserable girl which failed so lamentably at York, I entreat you, for Norah's sake, to take the same steps now which we took then. Send me the only assurance which will quiet her the assurance, under your own hand, that the search on our side has begun.
Marion put it into her hand; as she did so, a paper fluttered out and fell to the floor. Stooping for it, Norah's quick eyes read involuntarily, "I love her whether she love me or no," and something told her it was the valentine of last winter. Marion's fingers closed over it. "Charlotte brought me the book," she explained; "but don't try to read by this light."
The hat, like a live thing with the devil in it, bounded and curvetted wildly, doubled away from Dale, dodged Rachel, and sprang right over Norah's head, threatening to make for the open sea. Mavis had scrambled up; and she stood on the rock, a tragic figure, with a finger to her lip, watching the hat chase distractedly.
The wind which played havoc with Norah's locks never dared to take liberties with her glossy coils; the nails which tore holes in other people's garments politely refrained from touching hers; and she could walk through the muddiest streets and come home without a speck upon boots or skirt.
Now, it seemed that he could never tire of looking at it. Brownie came up from the garden, a basket on her arm laden with splendid mauve and pink asters. David Linton strolled across the gravel sweep to meet her. "What, Brownie taking Miss Norah's job, are you?" "Well, it ain't 'ardly that, sir," Brownie answered.
It was Norah's plan, and you can see how we were obliged to keep it to ourselves, if it was to be carried out. I had to cut loose from everything, the suspense about my eyes was killing me. Of course, looking back, it seems needless; but one cannot argue with nerves." She paused a moment, then continued: "There is one thing I want to explain at the beginning.
Does it make my mouth cold to be good, d'ye s'pose?" "La, me, I don't know," replied the girl, washing a potato vigorously. "I might wash those potatoes," said Dotty, plucking Norah's sleeve; "do you put soap on them?" "Not much soap no." "Well, then, Norah, you shouldn't put any soap on them; that's why I asked; for my mother just washes and rinses 'em; that's the proper way."
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