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Ambient had her arm round the child's waist, and he was leaning against her knee; but though he looked up at the sound of his father's voice, she gave no sign of releasing him. A lady, apparently a neighbor, was seated near her, and before them was a garden-table, on which a tea-service had been placed.
Pierre at first failed to distinguish anything, but, when he was installed at the little table a garden-table which had been brought indoors for the occasion, and on which there was scarcely room for two covers he felt quite upset, almost sick, in fact, at the sight presented by the table d'hote, which his glance now enfiladed from end to end.
Mrs. Ambient had her arm round the child's waist, and he was leaning against her knee; but though he moved at his father's call she gave no sign of releasing him. A lady, apparently a neighbour, was seated near her, and before them was a garden-table on which a tea- service had been placed.
Miss Erith was very lovely as she stood there in the garden whither breakfast was fetched immediately and laid out on a sturdy green garden-table porridge, coffee, scones, jam, and an egg. Chipping the latter she let her golden-hazel eyes rest at moments upon the young fellow seated opposite.
Pierre at first failed to distinguish anything, but, when he was installed at the little table a garden-table which had been brought indoors for the occasion, and on which there was scarcely room for two covers he felt quite upset, almost sick, in fact, at the sight presented by the /table d'hote/, which his glance now enfiladed from end to end.
Pierre at first failed to distinguish anything, but, when he was installed at the little table a garden-table which had been brought indoors for the occasion, and on which there was scarcely room for two covers he felt quite upset, almost sick, in fact, at the sight presented by the table d'hote, which his glance now enfiladed from end to end.
Then, in deadly truth, she heard Quinton Edge blow his whistle, and the darkness closed in upon her. For the second time the Doomsman raised the pipe to his lips. It slipped from his fingers and fell to the garden-table at his side. As he bent to recover it the subtle, uprising scent of the May-bloom struck him like a blow; a dark flush overspread his brow.
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