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March governed herself to a calm which she respected in asking, "Has Mr. Burnamy been here?" "He came on with Mr. and Mrs. Eltwin, when we did, and they all decided to stop over a day. They left on the twelve-o'clock train to-day." Mrs. March perceived that the girl had decided not to let the facts betray themselves by chance, and she treated them as of no significance.
"He's going away on the twelve-o'clock train tonight," she answered, firmly. "What has that got to do with it? Where did you see him?" "In the box, while you were behind the scenes." She told him all about it, and he listened in silent endeavor for the ground of censure from which a sense of his own guilt forced him. She asked suddenly, "Where did you see him?" and he told her in turn.
"'Yes, she said, dropping the cat, 'it is partly a dream, but some of it is real. Remember what I say, my darling; you are to go to-morrow morning and meet the twelve-o'clock train from Antwerp at the Gare du Nord. Papa and I are coming to Paris on that train. Don't you know that we are not really here now, you silly boy? Good-night, then. I shall be very glad to see you.
Ritter leaned forward for the light. "Dunmore was a better shot with his right hand than he was with his left," he commented. "He didn't come within a yard of me, and he scored a twelve-o'clock center on you. Right through the necktie." Rand glanced down. Then he burst into a roar of obscene blasphemy. "Seven dollars and fifty cents I paid for that tie, not three weeks ago," he concluded.
There was not in the limits of the guid toun a dame or damsel, greybeard, or no-beard, that possessed within the boundaries of their cerebral dominions a single peg on which they could hang a veritable or plausible doubt of the true character, origin, and destination of this twelve-o'clock visiter of the good old town of "Christ's Kirk on the Green."
She ran her fingers over the dusty keys and brought forth a few, sonorous chords; then she observed that the little, ancient, half-portion grandfather's clock had died of inanition; so she made a mental note to listen for the twelve-o'clock whistle on the Tyee mill and set the clock by it.
We rarely saw M. and Mme. A. until twelve-o'clock breakfast. Sometimes when it was fine we would take a walk with the old people after breakfast, but we generally spent our days apart. M. and Mme.
But at last the time arrived to weigh anchor and get to sea in earnest. I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind on the morning of April 24,1895, was fair, at noon I weighed anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the Spray had been moored snugly all winter. The twelve-o'clock whistles were blowing just as the sloop shot ahead under full sail.
March governed herself to a calm which she respected in asking, "Has Mr. Burnamy been here?" "He came on with Mr. and Mrs. Eltwin, when we did, and they all decided to stop over a day. They left on the twelve-o'clock train to-day." Mrs. March perceived that the girl had decided not to let the facts betray themselves by chance, and she treated them as of no significance.
Before noon the next day a district messenger brought Westover a letter which he easily knew, from, the now belated tall, angular hand, to be from Mrs. Vostrand. It announced on a much criss-crossed little sheet that she and Genevieve were inconsolably taking a very sudden departure, and were going on the twelve-o'clock train to New York, where Mr. Vostrand was to meet them.
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