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But now, Anthea came up behind them, and, not noticing the position of Bellew's arm as she leaned on the other side of Small Porges, it befell that her hand touched, and for a moment, rested upon Bellew's hand, hidden as it was in the shadow. And this probably began it.
It was thus, as has been said, upon a fair August morning, that Bellew set out on what he termed "a walking tour." The reservation is necessary because Bellew's idea of a walking-tour is original, and quaint.
"Not in face, not in face; but they've both got " Mr. Paramor's meaning was lost in a smile; and Mrs. Pendyce, who did not know that the word "Pendycitis" was on the tip of his tongue, smiled vaguely too. "George is very determined," she said. "Do you think oh, do you think, Mr. Paramor, that you will be able to persuade Captain Bellew's solicitors " Mr.
First one, and then another, without apparent rhyme or reason, three faces limned themselves on his consciousness: Joy Gastell's, laughing and audacious; Shorty's, battered and exhausted by the struggle down Mono Creek; and John Bellew's, seamed and rigid, as if cast in iron, so unrelenting was its severity.
Bellew's clear voice answered: "Now, Jaspar, what is it that you want?" The little brown devils leaped up again in Jaspar's face. "You look very pretty to-night!" His wife's lips curled. "I'm much the same as I always was," she said. A violent shudder shook Bellew. He fixed his eyes on the floor a little beyond her to the left; suddenly he raised them. They were quite lifeless.
Helen Bellew knelt down at the bureau and wrote on an envelope, and the grace of the woman pierced Mrs. Pendyce to the heart. She took the paper. She had never learned the art of abuse, and no words could express what was in her heart, so she turned and went out. Mrs. Bellew's voice sounded quick and fierce behind her. "How could I help getting tired? I am not you. Now go!" Mrs.
Belloo, sir " suggested Adam, and, not waiting for Bellew's laughing rejoinder, he chirrupped to the horses, and the great waggon creaked away with its mountainous load, surmounted by Adam's grinning visage, and Small Porges' golden curls, and followed by the rest of the merry-voiced hay-makers.
George Bellew sat up suddenly, and smiled; Bellew's smile was, at all times, wonderfully pleasant to see, at least, the boy thought so. "Georgy Porgy," said he, "you can just bet your small life, I will, and there's my hand on it, old chap." Bellew's lips were solemn now, but all the best of his smile seemed, somehow, to have got into his gray eyes.
Geoffrey's hat. "Mrs. Jaspar Bellew, sir. Captain Bellew's lady, of the Firs." "But I thought they weren't " "No, sir; they're not, sir." "Ah!" A calm rarefied voice was heard from the door of the omnibus: "Now, Geoff!" The Hon. Geoffrey Winlow followed his wife, Mr. Foxleigh, and General Pendyce into the omnibus, and again Mrs. Winlow's voice was heard: "Oh, do you mind my maid?
Small Porges stood very still, and gazed up at the moon's broad, yellow disc, and, as he looked the tears welled up in his eyes again, and a great sob broke from him. "I'm so glad!" he whispered. "So awful glad!" Then, suddenly, he dashed away his tears and slipped his small, trembling hand into Bellew's. "Quick, Uncle Porges!" said he, "Mr.
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