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She loved him. She was his wife, and when he went to her it was with the feeling that only a serpent lay in the path of their paradise a serpent which he would crush with as little compunction as that serpent would have destroyed her. Utterly and remorselessly his mind was made up. The Blacktons' supper hour was five-thirty, and he was a quarter of an hour late when he tapped at Joanne's door.
"That depends on whether she wants to do the right thing. Which way do we turn?" "This way, if we go home," said Eleanor. Then she stopped abruptly. "What time is it?" Quin consulted his watch and his conscience at the same time. "It's only five-thirty," he said eagerly. "I wonder if you'd do something for me?" "You bet I will." "I want to go out to the hospital.
I lay awake a while and slept with very little covering. Toward dawn the gale died away. I was up at five-thirty. The morning broke fine, clear, balmy. A flare of pale gleaming light over the Funeral Range heralded the sunrise. The tips of the higher snow-capped Panamints were rose colored, and below them the slopes were red. The bulk of the range showed dark.
Reveille at five-thirty A.M.; from six to seven Swedish exercise, then one hour for breakfast when we got tea, pork and beans, and a slice of bread. From eight to twelve saw us forming fours and on the right form companies. From twelve to half past one more pork and beans, bread and tea.
But riding down was a vastly different thing from going up. On September third we were up at five-thirty. It was clear and cold and the red of sunrise tinged the peaks. The snow banks looked pink. All the early morning scene was green, fresh, cool, with that mountain rareness of atmosphere.
Jean took out his watch. "Twenty to four," he said. "The boat can't get here before five-thirty. Quick, quick, run, Jean, and ask to have some conveyance got ready. I must go and tell my father and get his permission to go with you and Genevieve to meet my fiancee. Ah! what good luck!" she said with a long breath, "What good luck!"
He was so rushed, so closeted with individuals, so closely in conference with his father and others, that she scarcely saw him this Monday night, nor the next day, nor for many days. For on Tuesday afternoon at two-thirty he issued a call for a meeting of his creditors, and at five-thirty he decided to go into the hands of a receiver.
Peterson caught the time, and frowned. "Wish't we was in," said he. "No use trying to anchor unless we must, anyhow she'll ride mighty wet out here. Better buck on into it." So we bucked on in, till five, till five-thirty, till six, and all the boat's lights revealed was a yellow circle of fog that traveled with us.
It's from Field's." It was five-thirty. Cora had her hat on. She did not ask the woman to come in. "I'll see. I ordered some things from Field's to-day, too. I haven't opened them yet. Perhaps yours ... I'll look." The package with Mrs. Hoyt's name on it was there. "Well, thanks so much. It's some georgette crêpe. I'm making myself one those new two-tone slip-over negligees. Field's had a sale.
Five-thirty would be getting-up time on the range, but in Los Angeles the hour seemed an ungodly time to crawl out of bed. He reached for his "makings" and rolled a cigarette which he smoked with no more than one arm and his head exposed to the clamminess of the atmosphere. He ought to return to the Thunder Bird by daylight, he mused, but he did not know how to get there.
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