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But the noise of the sea drowned her cries so that neither Robin nor Tony, still dressing in one of the tents, heard anything amiss. Even as she called and shouted she realised the utter uselessness of it. No weak woman's voice could carry against that thunderous roar. In the same instant, she caught sight of Brett's head and shoulders in the distance, and she waved and beckoned to him frenziedly.
"Yes," he said, "we ought to place a good many thousand tons with them." Gaultier leant forward to strike a match and glanced at their companion. For some indescribable reason he shared Brett's views concerning this gentleman, and immediately started a conversation of general significance.
Brett, which is lucky, as he always understands me; and that's one reason why it's pleasanter to be with him than any other person I've ever met yet. After all, Mr. Brett's ticket was different from mine again, but I suppose he couldn't arrange to have the same kind and see something of me on the journey, because, as I'd asked him, he would have done it if possible.
This expert in street accidents must be led to believe he has succeeded. In any case, aided by a miserable fowl, he is far enough from here at this moment. We will return in twenty minutes." The girl was so agitated that she hardly noticed Brett's words. But their purport reassured her, and she left them. The three men passed out into the drizzling rain.
Brett's voice roughened a little. "Haven't I made it clear what I want? I want you " "No, no!" Ann jumped up from her chair precipitately. "Don't say it, Brett! Please don't. I I don't want to hear." There was a note of urgent pleading in her hurried speech, but if he heard it he paid no attention. He was on his feet as quickly as she was.
A box of Brett's Turkish cigarettes was lying temptingly open. He advanced. "Touch those, and I slay you," snapped Brett. "Your miserable life is not worth one of them." The man jumped as if he had been fired at. The barrister, coiled up like a boa-constrictor, glared at him in mock fury. "I beg pardon, sir," he blurted out, "I didn't know you was in." "Evidently.
As a matter of fact, he was not to be found, for he had gone by the very earliest train to Dartford to see Mr. and Mrs. Brett. The upshot of this visit was that soon Mrs. Brett's large, pale face, with its light-blue eyes and gentle smile, was seen passing the window. The Professor was with her. All the girls rushed out with a sudden sense of relief to greet her.
The Frenchman, who seemed to be thoroughly revived by the air of his beloved Paris, hurried out simultaneously with themselves. He had no difficulty in hearing Brett's directions to a cabman. Gaultier entered another vehicle. Brett was the first away from the station.
Brett's arms closed round her like a vice of steel, and the next moment she felt his lips on hers on her eyes, her throat, the gleaming curve of moon-white shoulder, straining against them in fierce, possessive kisses that seemed to drain her of all strength to resist. At last: "Now do you understand?" he demanded hoarsely. "I love you!... God in heaven! I wonder if you know how much I love you!"
"Are we to dine?" asked Powers, "before attacking the Merrimac?" "Always," assented Brett, "and we are to dress first." The two young men rose and went into the house, Powers resting his hand affectionately on Brett's further shoulder. It was so that they had come off the field after striking out Harvard's last chance to score. At dinner Mr.
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