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As they stood there, the shutter of an upper chamber was drawn in, and Cairy smiled to himself. "The house looks well from here," he remarked. "It's a pleasant spot." "It is a dear old place!" Vickers answered, forgetting for the moment the changes that Isabelle had wrought at the Farm. "It's grown into our lives, Isabelle's and mine.
Isabelle found her hostess leaning against the mantelpiece with the air of having just come in and discovered her guests. "How are you, dearie?" she drawled in greeting. "This is Mr. Thomas Randall Cairy, Margaret's cousin, do you remember? He says he has met you before, but Thomas usually believes he has met ladies whom he wants to know!"
'Once I could have saved her. She has found me lacking now, when she needs me most! The whistle sounded nearer. "Will you do one thing for me, Isabelle?" "All but one thing!" "Let me know first." "You will know." Cairy was coming down the terrace, cigarette in hand. His auburn hair shone in the sunlight.
Through the darkness of his rage a purpose was struggling a blind purpose that urged him on. ... "I don't know how many other women after the nurse have served to fatten your ego. But you will never feed on my sister's blood while I live!" He stepped closer unconsciously, and as he advanced Cairy retreated, taking his clenched hand from his pocket. "Why don't you strike?" Vickers cried.
Conny, having finished her tea, examined lazily some notes, pushed them back into their envelopes with a disgusted curl of her long lips, and glancing over her shoulder at Cairy drawled in an exhausted voice: "Poke the fire, please, Tommy!" Cairy did as he was told, then lighted a cigarette and stood expectantly.
And she hung up the receiver with an air of swift accomplishment. It is not necessary to go into what had passed between Cornelia Woodyard and Cairy in the weeks that had elapsed since that day when Conny had been so anxious to get back to New York from the Poles'. It would gratify merely a vulgar curiosity.
It's her duty to take herself back when she realizes that it no longer means anything to her, that her life is degraded by " "Rot!" Vickers exclaimed impatiently. He had scarcely heard what Cairy had been saying.
When the three reached the Woodyards' house, Conny paused with, "When shall I see you again?" which Isabelle understood as a polite dismissal. Cairy to her surprise proposed to walk to the hotel with her. Isabelle felt that this arrangement was not in the plan, but Conny merely waved her hand with a smile, "By-by, children."
"Wait for me, Bud!" In a few moments she appeared, covered with a gray cloak, a soft saffron-colored veil drawn about her head. Slipping one hand under his arm, her little fingers tightening on his flesh, she led the way through the garden to the beech copse, which was filled with mist, then down to the stone bench, where she and Cairy had sat that other afternoon.
"That you will be generous! ... There are some things that Isabelle can't see straight just now. She doesn't know herself, altogether." "I should think that her husband " "Can't you feel his position? His lips are closed by his pride, by his love!" "I should say, Vickers," Cairy remarked with a sneer, "that you had better follow Lane's sensible course.
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