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Her fingers were very delicate and tactile, and such is the character which resides in the human hand, that whereas the gestures of Madame de Staemer were curiously stimulating, there was something in the movement of Val Beverley's pretty fingers amidst the blooms which I found most soothing. "I passed the Guest House on my return," I continued. "Do you know Mr. Camber?"
I repeated Val Beverley's story of the mysterious footsteps and of the cries which had twice awakened her in the night. "Hm," muttered Harley, when I had ceased speaking. "Assuming her account to be true " "Why should you doubt it?" I interrupted, hotly. "My dear Knox, it is my business to doubt everything until I have indisputable evidence of its truth.
I did him a small, a very small, service once, and in memory of that he saved Lieutenant Beverley's life, because because " she faltered for a single breath, then added clearly and with magnetic sweetness "because Lieutenant Beverley loved me, and because I loved him. This Indian Long-Hair showed a gratitude that could overcome his strongest passion.
Roger Sands' heart had been hard toward his wife when they met. He had settled upon a policy of silence for the present, while in self-protection he watched developments. He agreed quietly to Beverley's request that he should fetch the pearl-stringer, though feeling a cold, sick certainty of her motive in making it. He went, as he had given his word that he would go, to 27 Elm Street, Yonkers.
The pearl-stringer knew something about crowns and coronets: duchesses, countesses, baronesses, and small fry like that. But this crown was royal. She was going to get good "copy" for her notes! Beverley's hand moved toward the purple case. She was in a desperate hurry to get her business with Miss Blackburne over, and escape into the hall again.
He talked cheery commonplaces throughout dinner without effort, regardless of Sir Beverley's discouraging attitude, and it was not till dessert was placed upon the table that he allowed his conversational energies to flag.
"Restrain myself yes, Dig, yes. B-beg Mr. Beverley's pardon for me, Dig. Not myself to-day, but must restrain myself certainly. Give me some more brandy ha! and pass bottle to Mr. Bev'ley, Dig. No, sir? Ah well, help yourself, Dig. Must forgive exhibition of feeling, sir, but I always do get carried away when I remember that inhuman monster God's curse on him!"
Had it been left inadvertently by O'Reilly, for no concern of hers, Beverley's ignorance of his presence, or her indifference, would have cleared her in Roger's eyes. He could not contemplate confessing to Beverley that he had hidden himself and then taken the envelope. She would probably say: "I never dreamed that you'd be mean enough to spy upon me!
The waiter had given change, and Churn was counting it out. Both stood with their backs to Clo. Clo slipped the programme into the bead bag and the bead bag into a pocket of Beverley's brown silk coat, on which she had been sitting. She then whisked the folded garment from her own chair on to O'Reilly's, and covered it with his napkin.
"Poor old sport! Was I rather a beast?" she said; then, hearing Miss Beverley's patrol step in the passage, she dabbed the extinguisher on the candle and hopped hastily into bed. All night long Loveday had uneasy and troubled dreams about Diana.
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