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Vizard was taken aback by the suddenness of this return to a topic he was simple enough to think she had abandoned. However, he said, "She is safe enough. I have taken care of that, you may be sure." "You have done well, sir," said Ina, very gravely. She said no more to him; but just before dinner Fanny came in, and Miss Gale went for a walk in the garden. Ina pinned Fanny directly.
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"Ah, madam," said Ashmead, tenderly, "it is a great pleasure to hear this from you, and spoken with that mellow voice which would charm a rattlesnake; but what would my zeal and devotion have availed if you had not been a born singer?" "Why yes," said Ina, thoughtfully; "I was a singer."
Rhoda told Ina Klosking this, and said, "Now it is in your own hands. You have only to let your charming villain into your house, and Mr. Vizard will return to Islip." Ina Klosking buried her face in her hands, and thought. At night, Vizard in his box, as usual. Severne behind the scenes with his bouquet. But this night he stayed for the ballet, to see a French danseuse who had joined them.
"I saw him in town two nights ago. I've been up there for a day or two with Dick, but he has rejoined now. It's been embarkation leave. They're off directly." Off! Avery's heart gave a single hard throb and stood still. She looked at Ina wordlessly. The shop in which they stood suddenly lost all form and sound. It seemed to float round her in nebulous billows. "Good gracious!" said Ina.
She passed through the hall, and out of the front-door to the lawn, whence she strolled around the house, keeping on the side farthest from the room occupied by her son. "Hark!" whispered Ina, a moment after her mother had gone. They all listened, and a swishing sound was distinctly audible. It was the sound of regular, carefully measured blows.
She gave a great sob, but she was past speaking. Ina Klosking, Miss Gale, and Ashmead returned in the carriage to Bagley. Half a mile out of the town they found a man lying on the pathway, with his hat off, and white as a sheet. It was Edward Severne. He had run till he dropped. Ashmead got down and examined him. He came back to the carriage door, looking white enough himself.
So far, Ina Vandeman's voice, imitated by Barbara Wallace, and recognized by Chung and Jim Edwards, possibly by Worth, had been my lead in this direction. If more than one woman spoke in that voice where would it take me? I'd got no adjustment before I was ushered into a large dim room, and confronted by a figure in a reclining chair by the window.
She paid no attention to him. "Don't you think it is strange we don't hear from papa?" said Charlotte. Major Arms stared at her. "Do you mean to say you have not heard from him since he went away?" he asked. "Not a word," replied Mrs. Carroll, cheerfully. "I am a little uneasy about papa," said Ina, but she went on eating her breakfast quite composedly.
She wondered what the next move would be, and felt utterly powerless to put forth any further effort. And then she heard Ina Rose's clear young voice. "Barchard, take the hounds back to kennels! I'm sure we've all had enough for one day." "Hear, hear!" said a man in the crowd. And Ina laughed. "Thank you, Dick! Come along, Dad! Leave the horrid old fox alone!