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The Snimmy lifted his shoe and tried to reply, but he only gave a respectful sob. So he turned away and crept back to his home in the prose-bush where, all this time, his wife had been sitting in plain sight on her own toadstool, grimly hemming the doorknob. At her feet lay her faithful Snoodle. Up to this time, Sara had not ventured to address the Teacup.
"Can you tell me where James Cunningham's apartment is?" asked Kirby. The woman gasped. The hand on the doorknob was trembling violently. Something clicked in her throat when the dry lips tried to frame an answer. "Head o' the stairs right hand," she managed to get out, then shut the door swiftly in the face of the man whose simple question had so shocked her.
He laughed low they were almost at the door now. Well? The doorknob rattled. Yes, he would do it! Yes now! He stretched out suddenly, and with the toe of his boot kicked over a chair that was within reach.
"I made a fool of myself, all right," said Bull, bewildered by this exhibition of joy where he had expected anger. "Fool nothing! Look at that knob!" The doorknob was a smashed wreck, driven into the thick wood of the door by the heavy slug of the revolver. Footsteps were running up the stairs of the hotel. Pete Reeve ran to the door and flung it open. "It's all right, boys," he called.
Then she remembered that this was Richard's mother, and that for some reason he set great store by her; and she tried to smile, and laid her fingers on the doorknob to open it. But Marion shook her head and put out a prohibitory hand with so urgent a gesture that the unlit lantern which hung by a strap from her wrist bumped against the glass.
And he sat up, bumped his head, groped round until his hand fell upon a doorknob, opened the door, and looked out into the blowsy emptiness of the ship's cabin proper, whose gloomy confines were made visible only by the rays of a dingy and smoky lamp swinging violently in gimbals from a deck-beam.
Her gown of henna-colored chiffon, with touches of gold embroidery, was most becoming to her dark beauty, and some fine ornaments of ancient carved gold gave an Oriental touch to her appearance. She stood before a long mirror, noting the details of her gown, and showed an irritating lack of attention to Embury's last dictum. "You heard me, Eunice?" he said, caustically, his hand on the doorknob.
The slim, tapering, sensitive fingers closed on the doorknob a thin ray of light began to steal through between the door-edge and the jamb and grew wider and the voices, from a confused murmur, became distinct.
Through the closed kitchen door came his mother's voice uplifted in song. Nita, Oh, Ju-a-a-nita, Ala-a-s that we must part! He sighed deeply. Bitter experience had taught that never was moment so unpropitious for errands like the present as when that cheerful dirge filled the air. But the thought of the waiting Silvey nerved him. He turned the doorknob and coughed hesitantly.
They had passed into the corridor which encircled the row of baignoires, and Valentin stopped in front of the dusky little box in which Mademoiselle Nioche had bestowed herself, laying his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, come, are you going back there?" asked Newman. "Mon Dieu, oui," said Valentin. "Haven't you another place?" "Yes, I have my usual place, in the stalls."
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