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He stopped abruptly and turned from her. From the room behind them there came a cheery hail. Tommy came tramping through. "Hullo, old chap! You, is it? Has Stella been attending to your comfort? Have you had a drink?" Monck's answer had a sardonic note, "Your sister has been kindness itself as she always is. No drinks for me, thanks. I am just off in Ralston's car to Khanmulla."
'Don't be proud, he said and poked me in the ribs. 'And don't forget that Bill Ralston's your friend." "Everybody calls him 'Bill," his mother added. "Washerwomen, teamsters, beggars, millionaires. If ever there was a friend of the people it is he." "Some day, though, he'll overplay his game," Benito prophesied.
He was in search of the lofty ideal, and if lofty conduct would bring it, he meant to have it. He was strolling on the next Saturday afternoon, with Ralston's letter in his pocket Saturday was a half-holiday, and he was free to do with it what he pleased. His feet took him by an unfrequented way, and in the course of an hour's devious ramble he found himself on the canal spoil-bank.
But half-way across the room the sound of Tommy's voice, sharp and agitated, came to her: Involuntarily she paused. He was with Bernard on the verandah. "The devils shot him in the jungle, but he came on, got as far as Ralston's bungalow, and collapsed there. He was dead in a few minutes before anything could be done."
Ralston's eyes; she stroked Stella's hand without speaking. "I wanted to go back to Kurrumpore with Tommy," Stella went on, "but he won't hear of it, though he tells me that you stayed there through last summer. If you could stand it, so could I. I feel sure that physically I am much stronger." "Oh no, dear, no. You couldn't do it." Mrs. Ralston looked down upon the beautiful face very tenderly.
But ," he came closer, caught both of Benito's coat lapels in a confidential grasp, "I'm tellin' ye this, me lad: If it should come to a show-down ... if certain enemies should have a chance to call Bill Ralston's hand, I tell ye, it would mean dee-saster!" At 9 o'clock on the morning of August 25, Francisco Stanley entered the private door of Windham's office.
Paul sat down in such a hollow and read Ralston's letter for the thousandth time, and resolved anew on lofty conduct Suddenly he was aware of an approaching noise of voices, and in a little while a rabble of some twenty men and youths came charging down the slope to where he lounged in communion with his own fancies.
She did not wholly understand his attitude, but Tommy's serenity of demeanour made her somewhat suspicious; for Tommy was transparent as the day. Mrs. Ralston's return made her life considerably easier. They took up their friendship exactly where they had left it and found it wholly satisfactory. When Lady Harriet Mansfield made her stately appearance, Stella's position was assured.
But he was easily open to the influence of other men's opinions, and he had never been able to think of Ralston's smile without an inward twinge which had sometimes amounted to an actual tenor.
She heard a quick stealthy movement, and once more her scream rang out. It seemed to her ages before any answer came, before she heard the sound of hurrying footsteps in the corridors. There was a loud rapping upon her door. She ran to it. She heard Ralston's voice. "What is it? Open! Open!" and then in the garden the report of a rifle rang loud.
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