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Blair stood with a hand on the doorknob; through the leaded side-windows he saw a light wavering down through the house; a moment later Nannie, lamp in hand, shivering in her thin dressing-gown, opened the door. "Has she been here this evening?" "Blair! You scare me to death! No; she hasn't been here. What is the matter? Your coat is all wet! Is it raining?"
With her hand on the doorknob, she paused to wonder what she should say when he asked her why she had not told him of Anna's marriage when it occurred why she had still continued the deception when it had no longer an end to serve. Well, she would tell him the truth that it was because she could not bear the thought of giving up writing to him.
The boy could see her standing with the doorknob in her hand talking to someone within, no doubt to old Jake Trunnion, her father. Old Jake was half deaf and she shouted. The door closed and everything was dark and silent in the little side street. George Willard trembled more violently than ever. In the shadows by Williams' barn George and Louise stood, not daring to talk.
As far as Sara could tell, the doorknob seemed as neatly hemmed as ever; so, overcome by curiosity, she asked the Snimmy's wife what she was going to do with it. "This is the day to unhem it," she answered rather glumly. "I unhem it every Pinkday, and hem it every Lilyday. I used to hem it only oncet a month, but Avrillia said that wasn't civilized, and whatever she says, goes.
Greg and Anstey restored the bricked flooring of the fireplace so that nothing indicated the late search. Then, Dunstan and Furlong carrying away the discovered stuff, the five prowlers turned out the gas and separated. At a few minutes after eleven, that same April night, five cadets fully dressed stole down the corridor, and the leader laid a hand on Dodge's doorknob.
"I want to speak to you, Miss Tebbs," said Eleanor as the teacher paused, her hand on the doorknob. "Well, what can I do for you, Miss Savell?" "I want to speak to you about the play. I wish to play Rosalind," said Eleanor with calm assurance. "But, my dear child, Anne Pierson is to play Rosalind," replied Miss Tebbs. "Mr. Southard particularly commended her work. Did you not hear what he said?"
"I guess likely he does. I should say you'd made it real plain. Go now, Al." Albert turned, but, with a shaking hand upon the doorknob, turned back again. "I'm I I'm sorry, Mr. Fosdick," he faltered. "I I didn't mean to say anything to hurt your feelings. But but, you see, Madeline she and I we " He could not go on. Fosdick's nod and answer were not unkindly.
Susan turned, her hand on the doorknob. "Hereafter I will take up Master Keith's meals myself. He is in my charge now." There was no reply in words. But the dining-room door after Susan shut with a short, crisp snap. After supper Mrs. Colebrook went out into the kitchen. "You may prepare oatmeal and dry toast and a glass of milk for Master Keith to-morrow morning, Susan.
With a shrug of her shoulders the newspaper girl tore the papers across, then into bits, tossing them into her waste basket. "You win," she said with slangy effectiveness, then she added "this time." "Thank you," responded Grace gravely. "Good night, Miss West." Kathleen did not respond. Grace's hand was on the doorknob when the newspaper girl said harshly: "Wait.
If upon deliberation you can bring yourself to marry me, send me word by Anatole or one of the others, and I shall set out at once for Toulouse." "Stop!" she cried. Obediently I stopped, my hand already upon the doorknob. "You are cruel, monsieur!" she complained. "I love you," said I, by way of explaining it. "To be cruel seems to be the way of love. You have been cruel to me."
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