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You can see a hundred thousand dead men in them." "I know the look you mean," said Lady Cressage, in a low voice. "Not that I assume he is going to kill anybody," pursued Miss Madden, with ostensible indifference, but fixing a glance of aroused attention upon her companion's face, "or that he has any criminal intentions whatever.

Lady Cressage took the arm Thorpe offered her, and gave no token of comprehending that her wrist was being caressingly pressed against his side as they moved along. At the little table shining in the centre of the dark, cool dining-room, talk moved idly about among general topics.

He looked at Lady Cressage for an instant, and knew there was something shuffling and nerveless in the way his glance then shifted to the dim mountain chain beyond. His heart fluttered surprisingly inside his breast, during the silence which ensued. "Surely you must have said everything now that you wished to say," she observed at last.

Lady Cressage regarded her companion with a novel earnestness and directness of gaze. "I had a long, long talk with him the afternoon we came down from Glion." Miss Madden rose, and going to the mantel lighted a cigarette. She did not return to the table, but after a brief pause came and took an easy-chair beside her friend, who turned to face her.

Miss Madden shook her head, but the negation seemed qualified by the whimsical smile she gave him. "None whatever," she said and on the instant the talk was extinguished by the entrance of Lady Cressage. Thorpe's vision was flooded with the perception of his rare fortune as he went to meet her. He took the hand she offered, and looked into the smile of her greeting, and could say nothing.

Since I became independent, the one real satisfaction I have had is in being able to do things for you to have you with me, and make you share in the best that the world can offer. And if with it all you remain unhappy, why then you see I don't know what to do." "Oh, I know I behave very badly!" Lady Cressage had risen, and with visible agitation began now to pace the room.

"But he's a wonderful gardener," said Lady Cressage. "He's a magician; he can do what he likes with plants. It's rather a hobby of mine or used to be and I never saw his equal." Thorpe told them about Gafferson, in that forlorn environment on the Belize road, and his success in making them laugh drew him on to other pictures of the droll side of life among the misfits of adventure.

"You are not allowed to drive in the mountains with your own horses and carriage. That seems rather quaint for a model Republic doesn't it?" "I daresay they're quite right," Lady Cressage replied, listlessly. "It's in the interest of safety. People who do not know the mountains would simply go and get killed in avalanches and hurricanes and all that.

Thorpe observed his companion, through a blue haze of smoke, in silence. This insistence upon the un-English nature of the effect he produced was not altogether grateful to his ears. "The other one," continued Plowden, "is Lady Cressage. You'll be interested in her because a few years ago she was supposed to be the most beautiful woman in London.

"Yes, I think I see what you mean," she said, with significance in her tone. Lady Cressage flushed, and released herself from her companion's arm. "But I don't know myself what I mean!" she exclaimed, despairingly, as she moved away. "I don't know! I don't know!" ON the last day of February, Mrs. Dabney was surprised if not exhilarated by a visit from her two children in the little book-shop.

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