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The farther trees were fret-worked black against the lingering gold of the sunset; a huge moth, attracted by the tip of his cigar, came fluttering in his face. The music of a concertina rose and fell, like the sighing of some disillusioned spirit. Dawney stood for several minutes staring at the house. He was shown to Mrs. Decie's room.
"Damn it, Con!" he answered; "how should I know?" "There's something in Christian that makes interference dangerous. I know very well that I've no influence with her at all." "You're right there, Con," Mr. Treffry replied. Mrs. Decie's pale eyes, fastened on his face, forced him to look up. "I wish you would leave off drinking whisky and attend to me. Paul is an element " "Paul," Mr.
And he thought: 'Will she ask me if I get my tints in Paris, like the woman Tramper told me of? The perpetual pale smile on Mrs. Decie's face seemed to invite his confidence, yet to warn him that his words would be sucked in somewhere behind those broad fine brows, and carefully sorted. Mrs.
Don't ask me why they desire to get her here, because I can't tell you, I don't know. But there is something about Burmah and ruby mines that I fail to understand. It has something to do with Sir Charles Darryll and Miss Violet Decié's father." "Shall we ever get to the bottom of this business!" Berrington exclaimed. "But why should you particularly want me to write that letter?"
But the look in those eyes eluded him, as if they had no more meaning than Mrs. Decie's, which, with their pale, watchful smile, always seemed saying: "Come, let us take a little intellectual exercise." Greta, pulling Scruff's ears, would gaze up at the speakers; when the talk was over, she always shook herself.
Decie's voice hardened. "Everybody," she said, "has his weak points. This young man is open to approach from at least two quarters his pride is one, his work an other. I am seldom wrong in gauging character; these are his vital spots, and they are of the essence of this matter. I'm sorry for him, of course but at his age, and living a man's life, these things " Her smile was extra pale.
His figure had seemed to Christian like the sudden vision of a threatening, hidden force. She thrust out her hands, as though to keep it off. No use; it was within her, nothing could keep it away! She went to Mrs. Decie's room, where her aunt and Miss Naylor were conversing in low tones.
Crossing the veranda, and passing through an open window hung with silk curtains, Hart entered a cool dark room. This was Mrs. Decie's sanctum, where she conducted correspondence, received her visitors, read the latest literature, and sometimes, when she had bad headaches, lay for hours on the sofa, with a fan, and her eyes closed.
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