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Lorimer has promised that she may come to me again just as soon as I am able to have her." "Ah! Jeanie is a comfort to you?" said Tudor. To which she answered with a catch in her breath, "The greatest comfort." They reached the great grey house and entered. A letter lay on the table by the door. Avery took it up with a sharp shiver. "Prom Piers?" asked Tudor abruptly. She bent her head.
From his kennel at the side of the house Mike barked a sharp challenge that turned into an unmistakable note of welcome as they drew near. Avery silenced him with a reassuring word. She found the key, and in the darkness of the porch she began to fumble for the lock. Piers stooped. "Let me!" She gave him the key, and as she stood up again she noted the brightness of the fanlight over the floor.
Lorimer, looking at her with genuine affection in her faded blue eyes. "Do you know I became engaged to my husband before I had known him a fortnight?" But this was a subject upon which Avery found it difficult to express any sympathy, and she gently changed it. "You are looking very tired. Don't you think you could lie down for a little in your bedroom before supper?"
Do you want to hear the latest tittle-tattle or not?" There was a wary gleam behind Tudor's glasses; but Avery did not turn her eyes from the fire. A curious little feeling of uneasiness possessed her, a sensation that scarcely amounted to dread yet which quickened the beating of her heart in a fashion that she found vaguely disconcerting.
She had never heard anything to compare with it before, and it stirred her to the depths. It stirred Avery also, but in a different way. The personality of the player forced itself upon her with a curious insistence, and she had an odd feeling that he did it by deliberate intention. Every chord he struck seemed to speak to her directly, compelling her attention, dominating her will.
"Among the first; and undeniably one of the best and most important of them. Oh, of course there were other men some of them excellent. But we know less about them because they left no such long trail of clocks behind as the Willards did. Gawen Brown was a splendid workman; and so was Avery, who in 1726 made the clock for the Old North church.
Edward Teach, Kidd, Avery, Bartholomew Roberts were pirates only because they plundered ships English and French as well as Spanish; that they were roaring, reckless, deboshed villains as well, detracted little from the renown with which their names and exploits were surrounded, and that they were mostly hanged in the end was an accident common to such a life, the men under Drake were also sometimes hanged, though they were mostly killed by sword, bullet, or fever.
Two of Susan's "girls," as she liked to call them, Rachel Foster Avery and May Wright Sewall, were appointed by Mrs. Palmer to take charge of the World's Congress of Representative Women, and they arranged a meeting of the International Council of Women as a part of this Congress.
Avery was very early at the church on the following morning, and had begun the work of decorating even before Miss Whalley appeared on the scene. It was a day of showers and fleeting gleams of sunshine, and the interior of the little building flashed from gloom to brilliance, and from brilliance back to gloom with fitful frequency.
Braintop's next effort was, "Ladies." "But they don't behave to me like ladus; and it's against my conscience to call 'em!" said Mrs. Chump, with resolution. Braintop wrote down "Women," in the very irony of disgust. "And avery one of 'em unmarred garls!" exclaimed Mrs. Chump, throwing up her hands. "Mr. Braintop! Mr. Braintop! ye're next to an ejut!" Braintop threw dawn the pen.
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