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The last report and the crash of the front door slammed behind Dupont were as one heartbeat to the next. Lanyard pillowed his head on a forearm and lay sobbing for breath. Liane Delorme turned and ran to the front of the house. Presently she came back drooping, sank into a chair and with lacklustre eyes regarded the man at her feet. "He got away," she said superfluously, in a faint voice.
As the boy realized later, he fought Italian in principle, and used the best of French parries, ripostes, and tricks, upon occasion and his own perfected combination of the two schools made him, according to Captain Delorme, the best fencer in the King's army.
She has a perfect and rare knowledge of the art of drawing and a faculty for seizing the character of things. Mlle. Delasalle exhibited her pictures at the Grafton Gallery, London, in 1902. <b>DELORME, BERTHE.</b> Medals at Nîmes, Montpellier, Versailles, and London. Member of the Société des Artistes Français. Born at Paris. Pupil of A. Chaplin. Mlle.
He laughed, through his pain, and gravely took her hand. "And now," said Lydia, "I think it's time to go home." When all the guests were gone, when Gerald and Delorme had smoked their last interminable cigars, and Delorme had made his last mocking comments on the "old masters" who adorned the smoking-room, Tatham saw him safely to bed, and returned to his sitting-room on the ground floor.
The warm September sun had dropped behind the western peaks, and the canyons were purpling with oncoming twilight, when two quick successive shots broke the evening stillness, and echoed like a salute of twenty-one guns far down the valley. Mrs. Delorme ran once again to the door.
Then there was his old school pal and Sandhurst senior, Ormonde Delorme, who frequently stayed at, and had just left, Monksmead fairly dotty about her. She certainly liked Delorme and no wonder, so handsome, clever, accomplished, and so fine a gentleman. Rich, too.
On an open register in the reception-room were inscribed the names of all those persons who had called to express their interest in Mademoiselle de Vermont: Constantin Lenaieff, the Lisieux, the Nointels, Edmond Delorme, the Baron de Samoreau, and others. Only the Desvanneaux had shown no sign of life. Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that.
"Humph! Cool, I must say!" answered the first speaker. "Well, perhaps we can warm you up a bit; but maybe you can save us some trouble by telling us where old Delorme is." "At home," said Maurice. "And you've brought the mall in place of Delorme, I suppose? Well, so much the better for us. I'll trouble you to hand me out that bag of registered stuff."
With a dim smile playing in his eyes and twitching at the corners of his lips, Lanyard leaned back and studied the deck beams. Liane Delorme sat up with a movement of sharp uneasiness. "Of what, my friend, are you thinking?" "I am marvelling at something everybody knows that history does repeat itself." The woman made a sudden hissing sound, of breath drawn shortly between closed teeth.
They were a well-matched pair: he, the perfect type of the elegant and always youthful soldier; she, the most dashing of all the Amazons in the Bois, to quote the words of Edmond Delorme.
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