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The two young things gazed at each other indeterminate. Alexina's eyes were swimming, like a child's, with unshed tears. Never has tragedy such epic qualities as in youth. Then he turned and led the way. "Yes," he told her, "I think if I were you I would." Harriet was by the bed when they entered, gazing down on the lean, brown face of the man, whose eyes were closed.
"No, it is Charlotte she has gone!" "Gone?" echoed Alex. "But do come in, Miss Virginia." "I can't; I left the door open. I don't want people to know. Oh, Alex, what shall I do?" "I'll go back with you," said Alex. "I don't understand yet what has happened. Where has Charlotte gone?" Once inside her own door, Miss Virginia thrust Charlotte's note into Alexina's hand. "What shall I do?" she cried.
Well, since I've opened the way to it, I was leading up to it all the while, why I have. I'll show 'em to you. I've had 'em in my pocket waiting the opportunity three days now." Which was true. He had been going for them that first day. He produced a small card photograph, somewhat faded, which, taken in Alexina's hand, showed her a little girl's serious face, with short-cropped hair.
But she gave this young wife of her brother whom she knew as little as Alexina knew her, another swift suspicious glance....No, there was nothing of Alexina's usual high and careless courtesy in that eager almost excited face. "I'd love to have your opinion....I read very badly....Make allowances...." "Oh, fire away.
After a very bad dinner in an airless room as frugally lighted they made themselves comfortable in Alexina's room over the oil stove she had bought, and supplied through Olive's influence with the higher powers. She took off her street clothes and put on a thick dressing gown, giving her sister-in-law a quilted red wrapper of Janet's, which threw some warmth into Gora's pale cheeks.
Kirkpatrick caught Alexina's imploring eyes and turned abruptly on his heel, "So long," he said. "Guess I'd better be getting on." "I won't have that fellow in the house," said Mortimer, in a low tone of white fury. "To think that my wife my wife " "If you don't mind we won't talk about it." Alexina was on the opposite side of the avenue and her head was in the air.
Nothing would stop me, in fact." Gora glanced at her quickly, arrested by something in her voice. She had already noticed that Alexina's limpid musical tones had deepened. Just now they rang with something of the menace of a deep-toned bell. "Have you found him?" she asked smiling. "If there are obstacles, so much the more interesting.
If I'd written a story and had it accepted by that magazine I'd read it from the housetops." Gora read the story well enough, and Alexina's mind did not wander even to Gathbroke. It was written in a pure direct vigorous English. A little less self-consciousness and it would have been distinguished.
Later Alexina learned more about this Major Rathbone. It was Emily Carringford who told her. Emily came over promptly the day after Alexina's return and, admitted by Katy, ran up as of old. Alexina, hearing her name called, turned from a melée of unpacking as the other reached the open doorway. "Oh, Emily," she said, and stood and gazed.
Something like apprehension sprang into Alexina's eyes. "Oh," she said anxiously, "no; surely I'm not like that, and Aunt Harriet's not!" "Yes, you are," said Molly stubbornly, "you all of you are. It's because" a sort of childish rage seized on her "it's because you're all of you so so damnably sure of your duty." And Molly's foot stamped the landing in her little fury.
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