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I agree with you. Nobody fears what anybody can see." There came the slightest movement beside me. "Are you trembling?" I asked, turning. "I was writing," she replied, steadily. "Did my elbow touch you?" "By-the-way," said Professor Farrago, "I fear I forgot to congratulate you upon your choice of a stenographer, Mr. Gilland." A rosy light stole over her pale face.
Left to herself, Pixie stole into the corridor and flattened herself into a doorway to watch the gay figures descending the staircase. The tidying away could wait for a few moments, but it was not often that one had the opportunity of watching so festive a scene.
He wasn't pleased in fact he was very displeased, I don't think we can blame him for that but we had no open break for I love him dearly, for all my opposing ways, and he saw that, and it helped, though he did say after I had given my promise to stop where I was and never to take up such work again, that " here she stole a shy look at the face bent so eagerly towards her "that I had lost my social status and need never hope now for the attentions of of well, of such men as he admires and puts faith in.
A memory of the pale, patient little face, that used to haunt her footsteps, came to her, and she thought sadly of the child's unhappy fate. The daylight faded slowly out of the western heavens; the shades of evening gathered round. Suddenly, as the girl sat absorbed, a tiny hand stole into hers, and two sorrowful, tear-filled eyes sought her own.
But in the middle of the night the puma rose softly and stole out of the door to the sheep-fold, where he killed and ate the fattest sheep he could find, and taking a bowl full of its blood, he sprinkled the sleeping stag with it. This done, he returned to bed. In the morning the shepherd went as usual to let the sheep out of the fold, and found one of them missing.
The confession burst from him in a torrent of self-denunciation "That trip to town, when we went to fetch them, I lied to you about those bridge plans. It was not true that I found them. He handed them to me. He took no receipt. I looked at them and saw how wonderful they were. I stole them. My father had threatened to cast me off if I did not do something worth while. I was desperate.
I hear that he is a lying on the brink of the grave." An expression of sadness stole over the usually merry face of Ben, as he started on his errand. "Poor Paul!" he thought, "what will he do when his father dies? He's such a capital fellow, too. I just wish I had a wagon load of money, I do, and I'd give him half. That's so!" We will precede Ben on his visit to the house of Mr. Prescott.
So when I got out and stole the money, I knew just where to go. But he's foxy, too. I knew I'd have to make him see me. So I stole some of the doctor's letterhead paper, and I wrote on it, 'Important news from the Institution' that's what he likes to call his boarding house an institution." She laughed. "It worked!" she went on as she regained her breath.
The pent-up agony of the last few weeks burst forth, and she babbled and raved like a mad woman. The physician carried her shrieking from the room, and the miser was left in peace. By his bedside, his only friend, Dora, knelt and prayed silently. Trimmer stole from the room, with bowed head and tears falling tears for the first time since childhood.
Instead, she stole away down in the orchard to hide her tears. A little later she saw the postman ride up to the letter-box on the gate-post and drop in a letter, and all else was forgotten. Yes, from Paul! A lovely, big, thick letter!
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