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"Aunt Philippa is always worrying me about it," she told him, with a catch in her voice. "And I I after all, I'm only twenty-one." "What does she worry you for?" he said, a hint of sternness in his voice. She glanced at him nervously. "Because because I've no money. She says she says " "Well, dear, what does she say?" "I don't want to tell you," whispered Chris. "I think you had better," he said.
Whiteface now commanded Sultana to help him down, and she raised her trunk, wrapped it around his body and lowered him to the ground. The crowd of boys and girls who had pushed up as close as they could made way for him, while Jerry and his mother climbed down the ladder the elephant trainer placed for them, followed by Danny and Chris. "Mother!" called Celia Jane.
It was mere casual civility on Annie's part, as accidental as had been her casual unkindness a few hours before. But it lifted Norma's heart, and she went out into the hall in a softer frame of mind than she had known for a long time. She managed another word with Chris before going to her room for almost nine hours of reviving and restoring sleep.
Norma listened while he and Hendrick and Annie discussed the funeral. They were in the big upstairs bedroom that Annie had appropriated to herself during these days. Annie was resting on a couch in a nest of little pillows, her long bare hands very white against the blackness of her gown. Hendrick did most of the talking, Chris listening thoughtfully, accepting, rejecting, Norma a mere spectator.
I was having, I hoped, experience which was to enable me to sympathize with human beings fully, when I came to speak to them, to teach them, to lead them, as I have all my life believed I some day should. "You won't think it conceited if I say this to you, my dear Chris? I don't feel to myself as if I was like other people.
"Oh, he's just Dudley," protested Eugenia. "I'd as soon be jealous of Aunt Chris and he's waiting at home this instant with his senators come to judgment on my dinner. If I were free, I'd spend the day with you. Juliet, but I've married into servitude." When Eugenia went upstairs that night she softly opened Lottie's door and glanced into the room.
It was agreed that Chris should light the fuses at the cannon, which were farthest from the others, that Peters should see to the six rifle trucks, and Willesden and Brown attend the eight trucks with the ammunition, one to begin at each end of the line.
Only don't tell me you schemed your way here, and that you are a lady detective. I read a good many novels, and I don't like them." "You may be easy on that score," Chris laughed. "I am not a lady detective. All the same, I have defeated Mr. Reginald Henson." "You think he is at the bottom of the mystery of the other Rembrandt."
"Where's the sailing-master?" Chris demanded when he had caught his breath after steadying a wild lurch of the schooner. It was no child's play to steer a vessel under single-reefed jib before a typhoon. "Clean up for'ard," the old man replied. "Jammed under the fo'c'sle-head, but still breathing. Both his arms are broken, he says, and he doesn't know how many ribs. He's hurt bad."
She understood then that he still had hopes of his other son, but they sat on into the night in the deep stillness, till the fire burned low and red, and the stars she had seen at the horizon wheeled up and out of sight above the window-frame. Then he suddenly turned to her. "You must go to bed, Mary," he said. "I will wait for Chris."
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