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A bold rush now would be of no avail, for the man stood with the point of his rapier close to the prelate's breast, almost touching his doublet; furthermore Garnet's sword was in its scabbard, and at the first attempt to draw it, he, in all probability, would be run through the body. Was there no alternative but to yield? A gust of wind caused the door at his back to creak.
The tone was gentle, almost compassionate. "I don't suppose God would strike you dead, but I wouldn't do it, sir." He turned to go, and, glancing back unexpectedly, saw on Garnet's face a look so evil that it haunted him for years. Barbara walked along the slender road in front of Rosemont's grove. The sun was gone.
Judge Wilton took the news to Hastings, who was on the front porch, whittling, waiting to see Lucille before returning to Washington. "I think Garnet's right," Wilton added. "I thought, even before last night, Berne acted as if he'd been worn out. And you handled him rather roughly.
"I thought," she continued, "I thought I had heard you speak of John March as a married man, father of vast numbers of children." To the last clause I objected and she modified it. "But, anyhow, you leave too much to be inferred. I want to know what Garnet's fatal secret was; and well, I don't care especially what became of the commercial traveler, but I do want to hear a little about Barbara!
It may have been wholly by chance, but in drawing a handkerchief as he spoke he showed the hand whose thumb he had lost in saving Garnet's life. The "star" hurried back to his seat and resumed conversation with the partner of his fate for a moment. But all at once she rose and went out, he following, leaving their meal untouched. Wife, as it was right she should, fell in love with Mrs.
Proudfit and the train moved on. Everybody felt playful and nearly everybody coquettish. When Sister Proudfit, in response to some sly gallantry of Garnet's used upon him a pair of black eyes, he gave her the whole wealth of his own. He must have overdone the matter, for the next moment he found Fannie's eyes levelled directly on him.
They sang hymns at the piano, selecting oftenest those which made best display of Miss Garnet's and Mr. March's voices. Hers was only mezzo-soprano and not brilliant, but Mr. March and a very short college girl, conversing for a moment aside, agreed that it was "singularly winsome." Another college girl, very tall, whispered to Barbara that his was a "superb barrytone!"
Garnet's house and send him at once," Webster said, his voice low, and broken. "He's the coroner, too." Hastings continued his examination. The brief pause that ensued was broken by a woman's voice: "Pauline! Pauline!" The call came from one of the upstairs windows. Hearing it, a woman in the servant group hurried into the house. Webster groaned: "My God!" "Frantic fiends!
Garnet's locked himself into Tom Hersey's private room an' sent for Fatheh Tombs, to " "Fair!" interrupted March, "go! Go tell her he's safe and will not be interfered with! I'll make your word good; go, Fair, go!" But Fair answered with hardly less emotion, "I cannot, March! It isn't a man's errand! It isn't a man's errand!" "Take Mrs.
Several of Sir Garnet's little kings cannot turn out an hundred men, whilst the hereditary chief, who has no official authority, can bring up three or four thousand. Thus, for instance, a territory was given to a chief called Infaneulela. The retainers of this gentleman live in a kraal of five or six huts on the battlefield of Ulundi.
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