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As she did not answer Gora continued: "I remember that night I sat out with Gathbroke on Calvary he said something about socialism...that it was a confession of failure.
She also recalled that she had watched her pack her bags...that pervenche velvet gown...Alexina had described the quaint old salon....Her imagination, flashed out that first interview with Gathbroke with a tormenting conjuring of detail.... "Yon are one of the favorites of life," she admitted in her bitter despair. "You have been given everything " "I drew Mortimer," Alexina reminded her. "True.
With young arrogance she rather despised him for his surrender before battle, or at all events for hauling down his flag publicly; and her mind traveled with feminine satisfaction to the calm smiling dominance, combined with utter devotion, of the man who had won her as easily as she had conquered Richard Gathbroke.
Out there you can put her in one of the stone vaults. Some of the doors are sure to have been broken by the earthquake." The young man, who had given his name as Richard Gathbroke, gratefully rested in her brother's room while she kept watch on the roof. It was night but the very atmosphere seemed ablaze and the dynamiting as well as the approaching wall of fire looked very close.
Gathbroke threw his weight on them and they fell at his feet. He and Gora carried in the body and lifted it to an empty shelf. "Good!" Gora gave a long sigh of relief. "Nothing can happen to her now. Even the entrance faces away from the fire and there is nothing but grass in the cemetery to burn, anyhow." She held her electric torch to the inscription above the entrance.
A man in khaki was walking quickly down the long crooked street. As he approached she saw the red on his collar. He was a British officer. In another moment she was shaking hands with Gathbroke, She was far more composed than he, although she felt as if the world had turned over, and there was a roar in her ears like the sound of distant guns.
Until this moment, however, when Gathbroke had been jerked from his deep seclusion within her ivory tower by Aileen's unwelcome news, she had never had a moment of complete self-revelation....She knew instantly that she had never loved her husband: he was not her mate and Gathbroke was.
Gora shrugged her shoulders with a movement expressive of irritation. "My brother, who is engaged to Alexina Groome, insists that I give up this lodging house." "Oh, so they are engaged?" Gathbroke lit another cigarette, and his hand did not tremble; he felt as if his nerves had been immersed in ice water and frozen. "Yes marvelously. The family, as might be expected, is furious.
Gathbroke was as nervous as only a young Englishman within his immemorial armor can be. Gwynne, who had gone through the same nerve-racking crisis, although from different causes, understood what he suffered and pressed him into service in the distribution of government rations, and garments to the different refugee camps.
Abbott hinted that Englishmen liked to be out of doors, she led Gathbroke to the confines of the park, where they sat down under one of the oaks that reminded him of England; for which he was in truth desperately homesick, and never more so than at this moment. Everything combined to make him realize uneasily his youth.
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