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I have answered it for myself; I am now to prove it, I trust." His face darkened, and again and again he stroked his heavy brow. "If anything occurs," he said, taking my hand in his left and Miss Barrison's hand in his right, "promise me to obey my wishes. Will you?" "Yes," we said, together.
I repeated again and again, inspecting the animal as it sprawled on the floor of the car at the edge of Miss Barrison's skirt. "That dog is all voice and feet and emotion! What makes it stick up its paws like that? I don't want that dog and I'm not going to identify myself with it! Where's the operator "
Half an hour later we crossed the tracks at Verbena and turned into a broad marl road. This aroused me from my deep and speculative reverie, and after a few moments I asked Miss Barrison's indulgence and read the letter from Professor Farrago which Mr.
Except for one young man whom I encountered in the smoker, we had the train to ourselves, a circumstance which, curiously enough, appeared to increase Miss Barrison's depression, and my own as a natural sequence.
Once the professor's muffled voice was heard demanding the wearing apparel, and I groped about and found it and stuffed it through the bars of the cage. "Do you need help?" I shouted. There was no response. Staring around through the thickening vapor of rosium rolling in clouds from the overturned tank, I heard Miss Barrison's voice calling: "I can't move! A transparent lady is holding me!"
The young man's voice grew hushed and solemn, and he lifted his hand in silence: "Close the door. That meeting is not for the eyes of the world! Close the door upon that sacred scene where great-aunt and nephew are united at last." A long pause followed; deep emotion was visible in Miss Barrison's sensitive face. She said: "Then you are married?" "No," replied Mr. Kensett, in a mortified voice.
"I should think," said I, in a low voice, "that the odor of the pies might draw at least one out of the odd dozen that came rubbing up against my window last night." "Hush! Listen!" she breathed. But we heard nothing save the snoring of the overfed dog at our feet. "He'll give us ample notice by butting into Miss Barrison's skirts," I observed. "No need of our watching, professor."
"Is he going mad, Mr. Gilland?" "Something has scared him," I exclaimed, as the dog, eyes like lighted candles, rushed frantically between my legs and buried his head in Miss Barrison's lap. "Poor doggy!" she said, smoothing the collapsed pup; "poor, p-oor little beast! Did anything scare him? Tell aunty all about it." When a dog flees without yelping he's a badly frightened creature.
I had seldom seen him depressed; but he was now, and his very efforts to disguise it only emphasized his visible anxiety. His preparations for the day, too, had an ominous aspect to me. He gave his orders and we obeyed, instinctively suppressing questions. First, he and I transported all personal luggage of the company to the big electric launch Miss Barrison's effects, his, and my own.
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