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Her dress fitted her to perfection. Competence and will were written in her small, shrewd eyes and in the play of a decided mouth. There was a knock at the door. At Lady Winton's "Come in!" a stout, elderly maid appeared. She came up to her mistress, and said in a lowered voice, "You'll see Mr. Roger here?" "Why, I told you so, Nannie!" was the impatient answer. "Is everybody out of the way?"
'Dis te minorem quod geris imperas, quoth Stalky, ruffling Winton's lint-white locks. 'Mustn't jape with Number Five study. Don't be too virtuous. Don't brood over it. 'Twon't count against you in your future caree-ah. Cheer up, Pater. 'Pull him off my er essential guts, will you? said Beetle from beneath. 'He's squashin' 'em. They dispersed to their studies.
Then the gravity of her face broke, her lips parted, her eyes seemed to fly a little. And Winton's heart turned over within him she was the very child of her that he had lost! And he said, in a voice that seemed to him to tremble: "Well, Gyp?" "Thank you for my toys; I like them." He held out his hand, and she gravely put her small hand into it.
She was a quick and voracious reader, bad at remembering what she read; and though she had soon devoured all the books in Winton's meagre library, including Byron, Whyte-Melville, and Humboldt's "Cosmos," they had not left too much on her mind.
Do you understand, seh?" Meantime, while this scene was getting itself enacted in the superintendent's office, a mild fire of consternation was alight in the gathering room of the Rosemary. As we have guessed, Winton's packet of mail was not the only one which was delivered by special arrangement that morning to the incoming Limited at the yard registering station.
An' if the truth be tell'd, I wasna very braw mysel'. Thinks I to mysel', as I've heard the Gairner's wife say, them that hae riven breeks had better keep their seats. Gairner Winton's wife was there, lookin' as happy an' impident as uswal; an' Ribekka Steein cam' in juist as me an' Mistress Kenawee were gettin' set doon amon' the rest.
Schoolmaster of Winton's gift of Melanchthon and Huss I do greatly esteem, and will thank him, if you will, by letter. Some of the earliest gifts were of a splendid kind. Lord Essex sent three hundred folios, including a fine Budæus from the library of Jerome Osorio, captured at Faro in Portugal when the fleet was returning from Cadiz.
On the crest of Winton's Hill, from which the road slopes down to beautiful Windywild through parked forests, but from which the rambling white villa, with its barns and garage can be seen in striking bird's-eye view, Harry stopped his machine. To his far vision there was no unusual stir about the McCallan house, in spite of the wedding day.
All was quiet save for the never-ceasing hum of traffic. From Winton's lips, the cigar smoke wreathed and curled. He was dreaming. The cigar between his teeth trembled; a long ash fell. Mechanically he raised his hand to brush it off his right hand! A voice said softly in his ear: "Isn't it delicious, and warm, and gloomy black?"
It was Winton's fine sense that kept Graeme from following them close. 'Let her go out alone, he said, and so we held back and watched her go. She stood with her back towards Abe's plunging four-horse team, and steadying herself with one hand on Abe's shoulder, gazed down upon us.
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