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A strange sound of rending, followed by a heavy thud, suggested something more tangible than thunderbolts. Bower kicked the door and it swung inward. "An avalanche," he said. "Probably a rockfall too. Of course, the hut stands clear of the track of unpleasant visitors of that description." Helen had not expected this courageous bearing in a man of Bower's physical characteristics.
Totty received her in the shop with a friendly laugh. Mrs. Bower's description of Miss Nancarrow as a lad in petticoats was not inapt, yet she was by no means heavy or awkward. She had a lithe, shapely figure, and her features much resembled those of a fairly good-looking boy. Her attire showed little care for personal adornment, but it suited her, because it suggested bodily activity.
How long was anything likely to remain a secret that was known in Mrs. Bower's shop? No, it made no difference. Such stories going round with regard to Thyrza Trent! What was the meaning of it? Had there been some imprudence on Grail's part, some thoughtlessness in keeping with his character, which had in it so little of the everyday man?
His manner had become slightly more confidential during the meal. It needed no feminine intuition to realize that he admired her. Excitement, the sea air, the heated atmosphere, and unceasing onrush of the train, had flushed her cheeks and lent a deeper shade to her brown eyes. She knew that Bower's was not the only glance that dwelt on her with a curious and somewhat unnerving appraisement.
The particular brownish coat had seemingly been carried off by a purchaser, but she was glad to notice one or two second-hand garments of very respectable appearance which came within the sum at her command. She passed on into Paradise Street and entered Mrs. Bower's shop. In the parlour the portly Mr.
This complete self effacement grated on Bower's nerves. It almost spurred him again to ungovernable rage. But he realized the paramount need of self control. He clenched his teeth in the effort to bear his punishment without protest. And Stampa seemed to have the gift of divination. He read Bower's heart.
The unlucky letter he asked Mackenzie to send to the Wellington Theater the letter devised as a probe into Bower's motives, but which was now cruelly searching its author's heart had undoubtedly supplied to a slighted woman the clew to her rival's identity.
'You don't know that Bower's found it all out, and is telling everybody? 'Found all what out? I haven't been to the shop for a week. What do you mean? Ackroyd checked some impulsive words, and recommenced gravely: 'Look here, Totty. Will you please tell me in plain words what you supposed I was asking you about on Tuesday night? 'All right. It's nothing to me.
There was a shout of joy; in another moment he was half-buried in the bosom of the Right Bower's shirt, half-dragged into the lap of the Judge, upsetting the barrel, and completely encompassed by the Left Bower and Union Mills. With the enthusiastic utterance of his name the spell was broken.
Moritz to Samaden, and back by carriage to a remote hotel in the Roseg Valley, she might have remained and defied her persecutors. But now the fume and fret were ended, and she tried to persuade herself she was glad. She felt that she could never again endure the sight of Bower's face.
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