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Updated: June 11, 2025
She held out her hand. Mr. Hobbs dropped the door-knob and covered her long, slender hand with his great, broad, horny-palmed one. "Good night, Mr. Hobbs!" she said, the "shake" being over. "Get her to sleep and don't let her fret!" "Good night, Miss Nellie!" he answered, using her name for the first time.
Then when th' affair comes off yu'll generally find they's been settin' on a door-knob." "Did yu ever see a hen leave th' walks of peace an' bugs an' rustle hell-bent across th' trail plumb in front of a cayuse?" Asked Buck. "They'll leave off rustlin' grub an' become candidates for th' graveyard just for cussedness. Well, a whole lot of men are th' same way.
One seems to breathe dark suspicion and mistrust in the very air. The people in the civil walks of life all look like whipped curs. They wear the expression of people brooding over some deep sorrow. The crape of dead liberty seems to be hanging on every door-knob. Nobody seems capable of smiling; one would think the shadow of some great calamity is hanging gloomily over the city.
I wonder if we couldn't sneak in a look inside of one of these bungalows. Let's try this door." He shook the door-knob of a bungalow so new that laths and mortar were still scattered about the yard. The door was locked. He tried the windows as well. But he could not get in. Three other bungalows they tried, and the fourth, the last of the row, was already occupied.
"Yes it is, Miss Insull," said Samuel, deliberately. In less than a minute he was gone. Constance ran upstairs. But the cry had ceased. She turned the door-knob softly, slowly, and crept into the chamber. A night- light made large shadows among the heavy mahogany and the crimson, tasselled rep in the close-curtained room. She picked up the night-light and stole round the bed.
Then he swept into his suit-case a few things from the dresser and snapped it, and dropped it out the window. He was about to fasten one end of the twisted sheets about the bedpost, to let himself down; but hearing the door-knob slowly turning he did not finish the job. He dropped the sheet, lowered himself by his hands from the window-sill and let go. He landed without damage.
But he was somehow forced to halt at the wardrobe, to see if it had coat-holders. It had one coat-holder.... His hand was on the door-knob. He turned it with every species of precaution and it complained loudly in the still night. The door opened with a terrible explosive noise of protest.
His hand was on the door-knob; he stood still and looked back. She was by his side pale, with burning eyes and trembling lips, she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. "Farewell, my Carlo! farewell, thou lover of my soul, thou light of my eyes!"
Simultaneously the door-knob was gently released, and with another louder click the light in the adjoining cubicle was blotted out. Mystified, Lanyard undressed and turned in, but not to sleep not for a little, at least. Who might this neighbour be who tried his door so stealthily? Before to-night that room had had no tenant. Apparently one of the passengers had seen fit to shift his quarters.
'Lewis Hall' was on the hill just beyond. In the deepening twilight, she could not see the square house among the trees. A great longing for home possessed her. She slipped past Martha dozing with Arthur asleep in her lap; hardly knowing what she did, she ran to the rear of the car. The train was about to stop at the tank. Anne put her hand on the door-knob. It resisted. A lump came in her throat.
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