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"But I'm saying, Dand" she came nearer him "I'm for the muirs. I must have a braith of air. If Clem was to be speiring for me, try and quaiet him, will ye no?" "What way?" said Dandie. "I ken but the ae way, and that's leein'." I'll say ye had a sair heid, if ye like." "But I havena," she objected. "I daursay no," he returned.
"Name's Nina." Braith went quietly out again. Passing blindly down the lobby, he ran against Mr Bulfinch. Mr Bulfinch was in charge of a policeman. "Hello, Braith!" he called, hilariously. Braith was going on with a curt nod when the other man added: "I've taken it out of Pick," and he stopped short.
A bomb came crashing through the roof of a house at the end of the alley and burst in the basement, showering the street with slate and plaster. A second struck a chimney and plunged into the garden, followed by an avalanche of bricks, and another exploded with a deafening report in the next street. They hurried along the passage to the steps which led to the cellar. Here again Braith stopped.
I will meet you at the station and when you are really here I shall begin to live again. Au revoir, Braith It seemed as if Gethryn would never get on with his correspondence. He sat and held this letter as he had done the other. A deep melancholy possessed him. He did not care to move. At last, impatiently, he tore the third envelope. It contained a long letter from Clifford.
The first gamin whipped out a paper and thrust it toward Braith. "Buy it, Monsieur!" he whined, "the last edition, full account of the Boulangist riot this morning; burning of the Prussian flags; explosion on a warship; murder in Germany, discovered by an English Milord " Braith was walking fast; the gamin ran by his side for a moment, but soon gave it up.
Bulfinch and Gethryn, who had risen to receive him, remained standing side by side, stranded on the shoals of an awkward situation. The little Mirror man made a grab at a topic which he thought would float them off, and laid hold instead on one which upset them altogether. "I hope Mrs Braith is well. She met you all right at Vienna?" Braith bowed stiffly, without answering.
Braith jumped out of bed and bundled himself into a garment which had once been an overcoat. "Anybody hurt?" he inquired, struggling with a sleeve full of dilapidated lining. "No. Colette is barricaded in the cellar, and the concierge ran away to the fortifications. There will be a rough gang there if the bombardment keeps up. You might help us "
He snatched them both, and lighting a candle, mounted the stairs, unlocked his door and sank breathless upon the lounge. He tore open the first envelope. A bit of paper fell out. It was from Braith and said: I congratulate you either way. If you are successful I shall be as glad as you are.
"The siege will be over then, I hope," said Braith, trying to laugh, but the prayer in their hearts: "How long, O Lord, how long!" was answered by the swift scream of a shell soaring among the storm-clouds of that December night. West, standing in the doorway of a house in the rue Serpentine, was speaking angrily.
"What are your plans?" interrupted Braith, brusquely. Rex flushed. "I'm going first" he answered rather drily, "to Arcachon. You see by the letter my aunt died in Florence. Of course I've got to go and measure out a lot of Italian red tape before I can get the money.
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