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"Perfectly all right, old man," says Ambrose. "In fact well, you get the idea, eh? The little wife hasn't quite got her bearings yet. Might feel better about meeting her new relatives after she's been around a bit. And Torchy will do fine." He tips me the wink as Mr. Robert hurries off. "Same old cut-up, eh, Amby?" says I. "Who me?" says he. "No, no! Nothing like that.
"He has accepted the offer about which he wrote to me at Thorpe Ambrose; and he is now engaged as occasional foreign correspondent to the new newspaper. His first destination is Naples. I wish it had been some other place, for I have certain past associations with Naples which I am not at all anxious to renew.
"Don't touch me!" she whispered, shrinking sharply. There, in the compelling darkness, with danger waiting outside, they could not hide their souls from each other. "Colina," he whispered, "don't harden yourself against me to-night. I love you!" Her breath came quickly. She could not speak. Her anger against Ambrose was, at the best, a pumped-up affair.
Ambrose was at that time civil governor of the province of which Milan was the capital: and, the tumult increasing, he was obliged to interfere in person, with a view of preventing its ending in open sedition.
Goddard, he had forgiven the young scholar his shortcomings and felt very charitably inclined towards him. It suddenly struck him that it would give John great pleasure to stop at the Hall for a few days, and that it would be no inconvenience to himself. The effect upon Mrs. Ambrose was greater even than he had expected.
Oh, golly! but there'll be a time to-morrow!" Ambrose breathed more freely. This which had promised to be the most difficult part of his plan was proving easy. Entering the mill, Greer looked around the dim place with its little crowd of still, silent, armed men, and chuckled again. "Darned if it isn't as good as a melodrama!" he said. "Go to it!" said Ambrose, pointing to the machinery.
Simon kept Ambrose at his right hand, and conversed with him as with an honored guest. He avoided all reference to what had brought him. When Ambrose, not understanding the reason for his delicacy, asked about the coming meeting, Simon said: "When all come you learn what every man thinks. I not want to shape your mind to my mind until all are here."
The spinster was sitting on her porch behind the honeysuckle vines, with her sewing table and the big parrot, Ambrose, chained to his perch beside her. There was, too, a second woman on the porch. "Good afternoon, Miss Peckham," Janice said, swinging her books as she came up the walk from Miss Peckham's gate. "Hello, Polly!"
Ambrose used often to say to her husband, as they watched the little pale-browed boy poring over an old number of the Art Journal: "Paul will know how to appreciate your father's treasures." In recognition of these transmitted gifts Paul, on leaving Harvard, was sent to Paris with a tutor, and established in a studio in which nothing was ever done.
Even in the daytime it was very dusky, and now it was quite dark, but Ambrose knew the way well, and he groped about with his hands until he came to the steep carpetless steps. And now his heart began to beat very quickly, for he felt that he was in the region of mystery, and that anything might happen at any moment.
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