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They went into the cloakroom to get their wraps, and Miss Davis had to turn on the light for them because it was so dark. The window was high in the wall, and the wind had blown so much snow against it that the room was "like five o'clock at night," Carleton Marsh said.
From a curiosity to hear what Cobden might say, interest in the theme subsided, and the opposition adopted the cheerful habit of trooping out to the cloakroom whenever Cobden arose to speak. Cobden had at least one very great quality which few reformers have: he was patient with the fools. Against stupidity he never burst forth in wrath. Impatience with stupidity is a fine mark of stupidity.
"I was going to say that I know a girl," continued Gatewood, "who is just the sort of a girl you " "No, she isn't!" said Kerns, wheeling to resume his progress toward the cloakroom. "Tom!" Kerns halted. "You're a fine specimen!" commented Gatewood scornfully.
Timidly following a passage that opened before her, she ventured into a wide, important hall. There was a cloakroom in the hall. Ladies were going into it and coming out. Clo heard music in the distance and saw a marble balustrade. This balustrade was for her a landmark.
I was going away so soon and I couldn't bear to go with any unfriendliness between us. There mustn't be. Don't you see?" He heard but a part of this. The memory of Raymond's face as he had seen it when the young man strode out of the cloakroom and out of the hotel came back to him and with it a great heart-throbbing sense of relief, of triumph. He seized her hand.
"Things are in train, Paul," he announced cheerfully. "Now all I want from you is just the smallest amount of help in this little affair." I looked at him blankly. I had forgotten all about Lord Porthoning. "It's a very small share indeed," Mr. Bundercombe continued pleadingly; "but such as it is it's up to you to take it on at this moment. There the little insect goes into the cloakroom.
As so many of the guests had already gone, they found the halls and anterooms comparatively free of crowds, and easily made their way to the gentlemen's cloakroom and the ladies' dressing room, and thence to the entrance hall. Mr. Middleton went out to call the carriage, which was near at hand. And the whole party entered and drove homeward.
Bernadine watched him stroll in a leisurely way through the foyer, exchanging greetings here and there with friends, watched him enter the cloakroom, from which he emerged with his hat and overcoat, watched him step into his automobile and leave the restaurant. He turned back with a clouded face, and threw himself into an easy chair. Ten minutes passed uneventfully.
And then the narrow cloakroom, haunted with limp, hanging coats and caps and hats, and finally the entry into the schoolroom, seated rank on rank with priggishly complacent schoolmates, looking up from their books with unfriendly eyes of blame at the figure of the late-comer.
Slipping her hand inside Kathleen's arm she led her to the cloakroom. "Catch me asking fourteen to dinner again!" she exclaimed. "It always dwindles to thirteen at the last moment, and I have a nervous chill until the number is completed." "Whose place did I fill?" asked Kathleen, presenting her cloak check to the maid. "Nobody's, to be quite candid," Miss Kiametia smiled ruefully.
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