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This time there was a little sound after the words, which Aunt Hannah would have taken for a sob if she had not known that it must have been a laugh. Then Billy was gone. At eight o'clock the doorbell rang, and a minute later Rosa came up to say that Mr. Bertram Henshaw was down-stairs and wished to see Mrs. Stetson. Mrs. Stetson went down at once.
I, by the power vested in me proclaim you and thee married until death do you part and a little time afterward when not all cells have come to a cessation" She smiled and puckered her mouth into a kiss toward her reflection in the mirror. And as she was playing in the suds, singing the song, "Alone Again Naturally" by the Monkees the doorbell rang.
Ann Shellington rang the Vandecar doorbell, and a few minutes later was ushered upstairs. Mrs. Vandecar was in a negligée gown, and Katherine was brushing the invalid's hair. "Pardon me, Ann dear," said Mrs. Vandecar, "for receiving you in this way; but I'm ill today." "I'm so sorry! It's I who ought to ask pardon for coming.
The confidential talk came to a sudden end with the ringing of the doorbell. "It's Mary." Marjorie sprang to her feet. "I'll let her in." Hurrying to the door, Marjorie opened it to admit Mary Raymond. She entered with an air of sulkiness that brought dread to Marjorie's heart. "Oh, Mary, where were you?" she asked, trying to appear ignorant of her chum's forbidding aspect.
Having dressed and adorned myself for the sacrifice, I returned to the parlor, when the rumbling of coach-wheels, the sudden letting down of steps, and then a frightfully discordant ring of the doorbell, sent the blood from my cheeks and made my heart palpitate like a trip-hammer. "Is th-th-that the off-officer, I mean the coachman?" I stammered. Yes, there was no doubt about it.
He was extremely interested and increasingly cheerful. He remained well behind, and with his newspaper rolled in his hand assumed the easy yet brisk walk of the commuters around him, bound for home and their early suburban dinners. Half way along Station Street Gregory stopped before the Livingstone house, read the sign, and rang the doorbell.
Still Deborah's mind felt numb and cold. Instinctively again and again it kept groping toward one point: "If I had a baby as sick as that, what would I do? What would I do?" When the doorbell rang again, she frowned, rose quickly and went to the door. It was Allan. "Allan come in here, will you?" she said, and he followed her into the living room. "What is it?" he inquired. "Bruce is worse."
"You know it's a funny thing no one on the boat had seen John Randolph! Maybe " "Oh, maybe he got left!" cried Billy, who all through the tragic moments had been unusually silent. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Its clang startled each one of them! The music across the hall stopped with a crash! They heard Keineth flying to the door. In a moment she returned, holding a yellow envelope in her hand.
As he thrust a black-coated arm from the window to secure the unruly disturber of the peace he saw a man fumbling with the fastening of the parsonage gate. Before he could reach the foot of the stairs the long unused doorbell jangled noisily. He did not recognize the figure which confronted him on the stoop, when at last he succeeded in undoing the door.
As though in answer to this thought, they heard a tuneful duet, and a moment later came a vigorous ring on the doorbell. "You go up and let them in, will you, Doughnuts?" said Bob. "I want to melt this paraffine and get things started right away." "Sure I will!" And Jimmy hastened off, returning a few minutes later with the missing members of the quartette.
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