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Fanny was too eager, and, opening the door before he reached it, came quickly in, and closed it behind her. She was in a street dress and a black hat, with a black umbrella in her black-gloved hand for Fanny's heavy mourning, at least, was nowhere tempered with a glimpse of white, though the anniversary of Wilbur's death had passed.
I said, with much trembling, "that I thought I could spell out the words, if time and patience were accorded me." "There is little need, child," the voice resumed. "I will read it to thee;" and a black-gloved hand came from beneath her robe, and she took my hand, and holding my forefinger not ungently made me trace the writing on the silver.
It would be very amusing," said Andrews in a gruff, breathless voice. "But we must hurry, dear, or we'll be late to the tailor's," said Mme. Rod. She held out her black-gloved hand to Andrews. "We'll be in at tea time this afternoon. You might play me some more of the 'Queen of Sheba," said Genevieve. "I'm afraid I shan't be able to, but you never can tell.... Thank you."
The first chill wind sets him to dragging dry leaves and grass down into the snuggest chamber of his burrow and there a little later he tucks his nose in between his little black-gloved forepaws and goes to sleep. When the woodchuck is leaner he goes to sleep by drowsily sitting upright, his head drooping lower and lower until he finally rolls into a round ball and falls on his side.
The woman pulled herself loose from her brother, who stood behind her, frightened, and continually thrusting out a black-gloved hand of remonstrance. People began to gather. The woman, who was quite old, had a face graven with hard lines of habitual restraint, which was now, from its utter abandon, at once pathetic and terrible.
And as she disappeared into the hotel she turned and waved her tiny black-gloved hand back at the handsome Bindo. "Done, my dear chap!" chuckled Blythe in a low voice to his companion as the neat figure disappeared behind the glass swing-doors. "The rest is easy if we keep up pluck." "It's a big thing, of course; but I'm sanguine enough," declared my employer. "That little girl is a perfect brick.
She had nothing to read or to look at, and she had folded her thin little black-gloved hands in her lap. Her black dress made her look yellower than ever, and her limp light hair straggled from under her black crepe hat. "A more marred-looking young one I never saw in my life," Mrs. Medlock thought. "I suppose I may as well tell you something about where you are going to," she said.
The lines of her tall, as yet rather thin figure, showed through the wispy, clinging stuff of her black dress, her black-gloved hands were crossed in front of her, her lips slightly parted, and her large, dark eyes wandered from face to face. Her hair, done low on her neck, seemed to gleam above her black collar like coils of shining metal.
His loud, impatient knock was answered, after some little delay, by a tall figure hooded and cloaked, the face almost concealed by a long, thick veil that was thrown about the head, and which reached almost to the feet. In a black-gloved hand this strange apparition held a lighted candle. "I trust I have found the right place," said Kendal. "I am in search of Madame Morlacci, the fortune-teller."
"I have made room for your sister. When may I expect her?" Ida Ward's lips moved, but she made no sound. Then, to Grace's consternation, she covered her face with her black-gloved hands and began to cry quietly. For an instant Grace sat in embarrassed silence.
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