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But once in, she turned her face back to the dying light of the sunset and saw that the rain would not last. At the same moment she heard a curious sound behind her, a panting, coughing sound as of some creature in distress, and something stirred in the furthest corner. Sharply she turned, and out of the darkness two wild green eyes glared up at her. Avery's heart gave a great jerk.
I must be free for a time. I can't face him yet. I haven't the strength." "Dearest, he will never force himself upon you," said Mrs. Lorimer. Avery's eyes went instinctively to the door that led into the room that Piers had occupied after his marriage. The broken bolt had been removed, but not replaced. A great shudder went through her. She covered her face with her hands.
About the streets the mourners go; But I within my chamber rest, Or walk the room with measured tread, Murmuring, with head upon my breast, My God! and is Macaulay dead? In November, 1805, a good-looking foreigner, gentlemanlike in dress and in manner, and apparently fifty years of age, arrived in New York from England, and took lodgings at Mrs. Avery's, State Street.
This proposal seemed so reasonable, and so much for the common good, that it was without hesitation agreed to, and all the treasure deposited in three chests, and carried to Avery's ship.
One blowy night in late February, West passed by the brown stone palace which Miss Avery's open-handed papa, from Mauch Chunk, occupied on a three years' lease with privilege of buying; and repaired to the more modest establishment where dwelt Miss Weyland and her mother. The reformatory issue was then at the touch.
She turned eagerly to meet him. "Oh, how is the Squire this morning? Have you been up to the Abbey yet?" "The Squire!" echoed Miss Whalley. "Is he ill? I was not aware of it." Avery's eyes were fixed on Tudor's face, and all in a moment she realized that he had been up all night. He did not seem to notice Miss Whalley, but spoke to Avery, and to her alone. "I have just come back from the Abbey.
You are my mate my mate; and I won't try to live without you any longer!" Wildly the words rushed out, spending themselves as it were upon utter silence. Avery's hands were no longer clenched. They lay open against his breast, and the mad beating of his heart thrilled through and through her as she stood. He bent towards her eagerly, passionately. His hands reached out to clasp her; yet he paused.
Lorimer's brows rose a little higher, but being momentarily at a loss for a suitable comment he contented himself with a return to Avery's correspondence. "The other letter," he said, "bears the well-known crest of the Evesham family. Ah, Mrs. Denys!" he shook his head at her. "Now, what does that portend?" "What is the crest?" asked Avery, briskly cutting another slice. "The devil," said Gracie.
He looked over her head, straight into Avery's eyes for a long, long second. Then: "So be it!" he said, and with ironical ceremony he bowed her out. "Hullo, sonny! You!" Edmund Crowther turned from his littered writing-table, and rose to greet his visitor with a ready smile of welcome. "Hullo!" said Piers. "How are you getting on? I was in town and thought I'd look you up.
Margaret followed her to ask whether Henry knew about Miss Avery's rudeness. "Oh yes." "I wonder, then, why he let me ask her to look after the house." "But she's only a farm woman," said Dolly, and her explanation proved correct. Henry only censured the lower classes when it suited him. He bore with Miss Avery as with Crane because he could get good value out of them.
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