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Jervaise," Anne replied, as though any subject other than the affair Brenda, could not conceivably be of interest to her. "It wasn't about them," Jervaise said awkwardly. "What was it, then?" Anne asked. I dared to look at her, now, and her face was perfectly serious as she added, "Was it about the milk, or eggs, or anything?" Without doubt there was a delicious strain of minx in her!
We had proceeded about a mile when a corporal of the guard ran after me, and reported that the Arnolds were not hitching up. Halting the train, I rode back and found Brenda sitting by the road-side in tears. "What is the matter, Miss Arnold?" I asked. "Oh, it is something this time," she sobbed, "that even you cannot remedy." "Then you think I can generally remedy things? Thank you."
She looked quite anxiously at Brenda, who had turned towards them as they came near, and saw that, just for the fraction of a second, her eyes brightened, and a passing flush deepened the delicate colour in her cheeks. It was almost like a glance of recognition, and yet she had only heard his name two or three times, and certainly had never seen him before. Then she looked swiftly at Leighton.
At the wedding reception something of this quality of emotion continued still to possess the invited guests as long as Brenda and Manlio, beneath their arch of flowers, stood smiling response to congratulations and compliments.
A young man, they said, had just come inquiring after a young lady who had been carried off by the Cossacks. He had insisted upon seeing Colonel Feodor von Brenda, in order to offer a ransom for the captive lady. "We have come to inform you of this," said Lieutenant von Matusch, "so that you may not let her go too cheap. This is the richest haul we have made yet."
Sergeant Frank, aided by Sergeant Henry, told in full of the loss of their animals, and said we intended to try to capture Texas Dick and Juan Brincos and recover Sancho and Chiquita. At the end of the boys' story, Brenda asked: "The thieves were a Mexican and an American?" "Yes." "The American had a scar on the bridge of his nose, and the Mexican had lost his front teeth?" "Exactly.
Looking back on the past fifteen hours, I saw all my actions ranged in a long incriminating series. Each one separately might be explained, but regarded as a consequent series, those entirely inconsequent doings of mine could bear but one explanation: I was for some purpose of my own, whether idiotically romantic or not, on the side of Banks and Brenda.
"She is French, you know, though you'd probably never guess it, now, except for an occasional word here and there. She left years before Brenda was born. Brenda is so much younger than the others. There's eight years between her and Robert, the next one. Olive's the eldest, of course, and then Frank." I made some conventional acknowledgment for this information.
The Countesses Brenda and San Martino had "bridge-mania" very hard, and they used to go to Brenda's room in the evening to play. After playing bridge a week, Caesar found that his money was insensibly melting away. "Look here," he said to Laura. "What is it?" "You have got to teach me bridge."
"After my grandfather died, her mother married again, a widower with one little girl, and when she grew up mother got her over here as a sort of finishing governess to Olive Jervaise. She came a year or two before Brenda was born. She was born in Italy. Did you know that? I always wonder whether that's why she's so absolutely different from all the others." "She certainly is.
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