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He told her of it as he put her in her chair, and saw her lean back against the comfortable cushioning with a long breath of inevitable weariness after many hours of tension. "And you wondered which it would be, speech or silence?" queried Roberta, as he took that place he had meant to take, at her knee, and looked up, smiling, into her down-bent face. "I did wonder, but I don't wonder now.
"When?" he repeated, and was breathless again in the horrible way she remembered. "I told you: I am not going to live in it at all, Mr. Gibbon." He leaned towards her, throwing himself forward on his arms that were folded upon the table; she felt his eyes glowering upon her down-bent face: "Oh, yes, Miss Deleah!" he implored.
A man was putting out the lights one by one along the cold little grey parade. A figure, walking slowly, with down-bent head, was approaching the hotel from the pier. Anne recognised it as that of her husband. Both sights reminded her that her life had to be begun all over again, and to go on. Another hour passed. Majendie had sent up a waitress with breakfast to her room.
As they came down to the door where the horsed State carriages were waiting, for a moment the wall and the avenue of faces, in front and to right and left, struck him almost with a sense of hostility. A murmur that was almost a roar greeted the gleam of scarlet as the Cardinals came out; then silence again, and a surge of down-bent heads as the two raised their hands in blessing.
"What have you done, then?" he demanded almost fiercely. "I I oh! I don't know," she gasped. "Then, as you have pity in you, grant my prayer?" For a moment Janice, with down-bent head, was silent. Then she raised her eyes to Jack's and said, "I will marry you, Colonel Brereton, if dadda will let me."
Oh, my dear, my dear" speaking with passionate vehemence "don't you know . . . don't you understand that if only I weren't a poor devil of a painter with my way to make in a world that can only be bought with gold nothing should part us ever again? . . . But as it is " Nan listened to the outburst with down-bent head. She understood now oh, yes, she understood perfectly.
She moved away a step in her turn, standing, with down-bent head, the partial line of her profile, the curve of her neck and beautiful shoulder, presenting an even greater appeal to the devouring flame of his longing than her eyes had done.
"Well, well, you didn't speak of him that way this morning. What's happened?" "Nothing has happened. That is " He came close. There was a queer little shake in Dorothy's voice. She began to laugh then quite suddenly to cry. Julius came near enough to pat her down-bent head. "Did that confounded close call shake you up a bit?" he inquired sympathetically.
The old lady might have given me a day or two's notice;" he had returned to his letter, "hang it all, she says she will be here to-morrow." Joan had pushed her chair back and stood up, her breakfast unfinished. She was staring at his down-bent head, struggling with a wild desire to scream, to cry out against the curtain of shame he was so wilfully sweeping across their life together.
and the Pope stood erect, Himself a pallor in the heart of light, with spectral folds of silk dripping from His shoulders, His hands swathed in them, and His down-bent head hidden by the silver-rayed monstrance and That which it bore.... ... Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria .... ... They were moving now, and the world of life swung with them; of so much was he aware.
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