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Lizzie, in some dark hollow of herself, heard the echo of a laugh. Andora always thought she knew how people felt! "Tell Marthe to take him with her when she fetches Juliet home from school." "Yes, yes." Andora gloated over her. "If you'd only give way, my darling!" The baby, howling, dived over Andora's shoulder for the bag. "Oh, take him!" his mother ordered.
Lizzie shook her head again, and, straightening herself with a smile, tossed a bundle in her friend's direction. "No, it doesn't make me the least bit jealous. Here, count these socks for me, like a darling." Andora moaned, "Don't you feel anything at all?" asthe socks landed in her hollow bosom; but Lizzie, intent upon her task, tranquilly continued to unfold and sort.
Deering was not dazzled by money; his altered fortunes had tempted him to no excesses: he was simply too lazy to draw the check, as he had been too lazy to remember the debt it canceled. "No, dear! No!" Lizzie lifted the Chelsea figure higher. "Can't you find something for him, Andora, among that rubbish over there? Where's the beaded bag you had in your hand just now?
Andora cried, so fired by the ecstasy of invention that for the moment she seemed lost to all but the esthetic aspect of the case. Lizzie turned away her eyes with an effort, and they rested on the boy, who sat at her feet placidly sucking the tassels of the bag. His mother stooped and extracted them from his rosy mouth, which a cry of wrath immediately filled.
Andora, from the door, cried out: "I'll be back at once. Remember, love, you're not alone!" But Lizzie insisted, "Go with them I wish you to go with them," in the tone to which Miss Macy had never learned the answer. The door closed on her outraged back, and Lizzie stood alone. She looked about the disordered room, which offered a dreary image of the havoc of her life.
She unbolted the door, and was strainedto her friend's emaciated bosom. "My darling!" Miss Macy cried. "Remember you have your child and me!" Lizzie loosened herself gently. She looked at Andora with afeeling of estrangement which she could not explain. "Have you spoken to my husband?" she asked, drawing coldly back. "Spoken to him? No." Andora stared at her in genuine wonder.
We shall only remark here, that there are several species of antelopes called gazelles, and that they are all natives of Africa. There is the Dorcas gazelle of Egypt, Barbary, and Asia Minor; the Isabella gazelle of Egypt and Kordofan; the Mhorr of Western Africa; the Abyssinian mhorr of the eastern parts of the continent; the Andora of Sennaar, Dongola, and Kordofan; and, lastly, the Korin.
Yet her next sensation was one of confused resentment. She said to herself, "Why has Andora interfered?" She felt baffled and angry, as though her prey had escaped her. If Deering had been in the house, she would have gone to him instantly and overwhelmed him with her scorn.
If you let him have it too quickly, he won't care for it. He's just like any man, I think." Andora slowly lowered the shining bag till the heir of the Deerings closed his masterful fist upon it. "There my Chelsea'ssafe!" Lizzie smiled, setting her boy on the floor, and watchinghim stagger away with his booty. Andora stood beside her, watching too.
He's found out how toopen the bag!" Lizzie lifted her head to smile a moment at her son, who satthroned on a heap of studio rubbish, with Andora before him on adoring knees. She thought vaguely, "Poor Andora!" and then resumed the discouraged inspection of a buttonless white waistcoat. The next sound she was aware of was a fluttered exclamation from her friend.
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