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I am no longer Betty Vanderpoel and I wish to go on dancing with him on and on to the last note, as he said." She felt a little hot wave run over her cheek uncomfortably, and the next instant the big arm tightened its clasp of her for just one second not more than one.
And well, I tell you, Mr. Vanderpoel, he LOVES that place he's crazy about it. And he's proud I don't mean he's got the swell-head, because he hasn't but he's just proud. Now, for instance, he hasn't any use for men like himself that marry just for money. He's seen a lot of it, and it's made him sick. He's not that kind."
There swept back into his mind the story of the marriage of his ancestor, Red Godwyn, and he laughed low in spite of himself. Miss Vanderpoel looked up at him quickly. "Please tell me about it, if it is very amusing," she said. "I wonder if it will amuse you," was his answer. "Do you like savage romance?" "Very much." It might seem a propos de rien, but he did not care in the least.
He did not say "miss" or touch his cap in making the suggestion. Betty hesitated a moment. "Is the family at home?" she inquired. "There is no family but his lordship. He is off the place." "Does he object to trespassers?" "Not if they are respectable and take no liberties." "I am respectable, and I shall not take liberties," said Miss Vanderpoel, with a touch of hauteur.
See adjustable to hold with perfect ease an envelope, an index card, or a strip of paper no wider than a postage stamp. Unsurpassed paper feed, practical ribbon mechanism perfect and permanent alignment." As Mount Dunstan had taken the book, Betty Vanderpoel took it. Never had G. Selden beheld such smiling in eyes about to bend upon his catalogue.
Miss Vanderpoel, standing in the sunshine on the broad weed-grown pathway, was conscious that he was remotely moving. His flowers his flowers. They had been the centre of his rudimentary rural being. Each man or woman cared for some one thing, and the unfed longing for it left the life of the creature a thwarted passion.
They feel, in their rustic way, that Lord Mount Dunstan has not been treated fairly in the past. And now he seems to them a hero and a martyr or like a great soldier who has died fighting." "Who MAY die fighting," broke from Miss Vanderpoel sharply. "Who who may " Mrs. Brent corrected herself, "though Heaven grant he will not. But it was the ringers who made me feel as if all really was over.
Miss Vanderpoel was a cracking handsome girl, but she was too clever for him, and he had to think of all sorts of new things to say when he talked to her.
He thought of the Vanderpoel millions as the lady on the deck had thought of them, and in his mind somehow the girl herself appeared to express them.
That the remote Miss Vanderpoel should have emerged from her luxurious corner to frankly bully the lot of them was an excellent shock for the crowd. Men, who had been in danger of losing their heads and becoming as uncontrolled as the women, suddenly realised the fact and pulled themselves together. Bettina made her way at once to the Worthingtons' staterooms. There she found frenzy reigning.
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