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"A brulee's not a nice place to wander about in when there's any wind," he proceeded; "and I've an idea there's some coming, though it's still enough now." Shut in, as they were, in the deep hollow with the towering snows above them, it was impressively still; and, in conjunction with the sight of the black desolation, the deep silence reacted on Carroll's nerves.
"Will you let the little man alone?" asked Shock quietly. "Let me up, blank ye! It's yer heart's blood will pay for this." "Will you leave the little man alone?" asked Shock in a relentlessly even tone. "Yis, yis," groaned Carroll. "Me wrist's bruk, so it is. But Oi'll be afther doin' f'r yez, ye blank, blank " Carroll's profanity flowed in a copious stream.
Eddy counted while his father laid on the blows as regularly as a machine. When at last he stopped, Eddy did not move. He spoke without moving his head. "There are two more, papa," he said. "You have stopped too soon." Carroll's face contracted, but he gave the two additional blows. "Now undress yourself and go to bed," he told the boy, in an even tone.
As he was about to close the door a young girl came down the passage toward it, and as she was apparently going to Carroll's rooms, the actor left the door open behind him. Neither Marion nor Carroll had noticed his final exit. They were both gazing at each other as though, could they find speech, they would ask if it were true. "It's come at last, Marion," Philip said, with an uncertain voice.
We have been madly tearing around New York, and telephoning all over the adjacent territory in a wild endeavor to find you and get this into your hands. I'm not going to tell you about the letter itself; that's Carroll's story.
This was at Carroll's request. She preferred herself to inform her family of the news. "I don't know yet how mother is going to get along," said she. "Come back to-morrow afternoon and see them all." The next morning Orde, having at last finished and despatched the letter to his mother, drifted up the avenue and into the club.
Helen thought Miss Cavendish herself was looking very well also, but Marion said no; that she was too sunburnt, she would not be able to wear a dinner-dress for a month. There was a pause while Marion's quill scratched violently across Carroll's note-paper. Helen felt that in some way she was being treated as an intruder; or worse, as a guest.
Hamlin hastily glanced over the few articles piled in readiness on the bench ammunition, blankets, food paying no heed to Carroll's muttering of discontent. By the time Hughes returned, he had everything strapped for the saddles. He thrust the cowman's rifle under his own flap, but handed the latter a revolver, staring straight into his eyes as he did so.
I'm going to have a talk with her." Carroll was far from happy during his drive to the Lawrence home. The Warren mystery seemed to be verging on a solution, but in Carroll's breast there was none of the pardonable surge of elation which normally was his under these circumstances. It had been a peculiar case from the first.
"Just as a man would," she echoed, eager for his sympathy. "Well, that's Mrs. Carroll's idea. She says that very often, when a girl thinks she wants to get married, what she really wants is financial independence and pretty clothes and an interest in life." "I think that's perfectly true," Susan said, struck. "Isn't she wise?" she added. "Yes, she's a wonder!
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