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Indeed, he was so assured of the success of his somewhat dramatic move that as he walked to a rendezvous arranged with Superintendent Fowler on the Knoleworth road he reviewed carefully certain arguments meant to secure Doris's assistance. Passing The Hollies, he smiled at the notion that Furneaux would undoubtedly have brought Grant to the conclave.
Maybe I cannot believe hard enough or maybe Mary didn't speak truth. She doesn't always, Aunt Dorrie." Doris gasped and drew the child closer. It was like being dragged, by the little hand, to an unsuspected danger that she, not the child, understood. Gradually the inner side of the years was turned out by Doris's careful questions and Joan's quiet simplicity.
And Nancy was so sweet and companionable! Poor little Nancy! She was playing Doris's minor accompaniment as once she had played Joan's more vivid one. But the youth in her was surging and rebelling not against love and service, but inequality. "Joan should bear half, anyway!"
It would have been beyond Teddy France to describe clearly his own feelings as he waited in the Lancasters' drawing-room late on the following afternoon. His dearest friend was alive; his dearest hope was dead. Yet how could he be otherwise than glad, if only on Doris's account? Early in the day he had sent her a note, express, begging her to be at home at five.
"Jump into your coat and hat," he said to her with a ring in his voice; "I've just had a telegram. Bud's coming!" "Oh! David," Doris's face flushed rosily. "And you want me to go with you to meet him. I am glad." "Yes," Martin replied. Doris was already on her way from the room. Joan dropped to the hearth and resumed her rubbing. So the inevitable was upon her! She must not flinch!
That evening Laurie walked across the square to Doris's studio with a decision in his stride which definitely expressed his mental attitude. He had come to the conclusion that something must be done. What this something would be was still hazy in his mind, but the first step at least seemed clear. Doris must move.
Doris's voice trembled; then she hastened on: "The money you sent, George, has never been touched. I have waited for this hour." "And your revenge!" muttered Thornton. "I had not considered it in that light." A deep contempt throbbed in the words. "When I remember I am not bitter, but I am filled, anew, with a desire to save Meredith's child!"
It did not weigh against you!" Martin's voice was husky. "Then, David, be my friend and the friend of my little children. For their sakes, I implore your help along the way." Martin bent and touched his lips to Doris's head which was bowed before him. "Thank you," he said with infinite tenderness; "you are permitting me to share all that you have, my dear. Good-night."
No matter. Doris's hair was darker than the hair of those virgins, a rich gold hair, a mane of hair growing as luxuriously as the meadows in June.
But you know, Miss Martin, that such racial characteristics are transmitted, or transmissible, I should say, by sex opposites. Thus, an epileptic mother is more likely to give her taint to a son than to a daughter.... Yes, I mean all that, and more," he went on, seeing the look of horror, not unmixed with fear, in Doris's eyes.
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