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Peter saw him approaching, watched the resolute lunge of his stride. His mother was about to be married for the third time: one could well believe it. "I hope he is going to be nicer to me to-day," Peter thought. Even as he hoped it, and before Cheriton saw the party on the sands, Peter saw the determined face stiffen, and into the vivid eyes came the blank look of one who is cutting somebody.
I have often been able to justify to myself conduct which has seemed strange to others; and it has been my misfortune to live so much alone, that perhaps I may rely too much on this practice of self-justification. "It is now five years since my friend and cousin, Mrs. Cheriton, came to live with me.
Cheriton' will never do, if we are to see each other every day, as I hope we are. How would you like to call me Aunt Faith?" "Oh, the lovely name!" cried Margaret. "Thank you so much! Now we really belong to some one, and we shall not feel strange any more; shall we, Peggy?" "I s'pose not!" stammered Peggy. "I shall like it ever so much." The girls sat a little longer, chatting and listening. Mrs.
Do you play as badly as ever, Peter? A remarkable player you were, I remember quite remarkable. Denis always told you so. Now Cheriton will tell you so, because he's rude." Bridge was a relief to Peter, though he was still a rather remarkable player. He played with Cheriton, who was not rude, because he was absolutely silent. It was an absurd game.
And Jack, looking queerly at me with an inquiring air, said: "My sister's name's Elsie; mine's John Cheriton." "And yours?" Elsie asked, glancing timidly down at me. My heart beat hard. I was face to face with a dilemma. These were friends of Courtenay Ivor's, and I had given myself away to them. I was going to their house, to accept their hospitality and to betray their friend!
He looked extraordinarily agitated; his delicate face was flushed crimson. Denis was lying back in a low chair, characteristically at ease. When Leslie and Peter came in, Cheriton stopped speaking, and Lord Evelyn stopped pacing, and absolute silence momentarily fell. Then Denis gave his pleasant, casual "Hullo." Cheriton's silence continued. But Lord Evelyn's did not.
She signed to Janet to lay the tattered gown back; and it seemed to the girls as if the poor lady herself were being laid back in her coffin to rest after her troubled life. "Does does she walk?" asked Peggy, in an awestruck voice. "Walk?" repeated Mrs. Cheriton. "I don't oh, yes! her ghost, you mean, Peggy? No, my dear. I fancy she was too tired to think of anything but resting.
"You may trust me, Miss Margaret, I think," he said presently, after a few moments of silent snipping. "It is not necessary for me to know anything in particular, even if there is anything to know. I am an old soldier, and used to keeping watch, and sleeping with one eye open. You may trust me. You have said nothing of this to Mrs. Cheriton?" He looked up quickly.
As soon as I saw that it was not Tom Faggus, I went no farther to meet him, counting that it must be some traveller bound for Brendon or Cheriton, and likely enough he would come and beg for a draught of milk or cider; and then on again, after asking the way.
Are there no doors that we may not open?" "None among those that you will see there," said Mrs. Cheriton. And Margaret fancied that she looked grave for a moment. "You will find more trunks there," she added quickly, "full of old trumpery, less valuable than these dresses, and which you may like to amuse yourselves with.
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