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There were horrible growlings at times outside her door, and she bolted it by way of precaution. Once there was a bounce against it, but Gillian's voice might be heard in the distance calling off the wolves. Then came a lull.
In an open field, and man to man, the House-dwellers were much more than a match for Dom Gillian's wolves. On the other hand, the Doomsmen were all trained warriors, and to smoke them out of their own nest one would have to think twice about that. Here was a half-ruined city, several square miles in actual area, and surrounded by unfordable tidal rivers.
"I was in the Park and she drove by." Gillian felt that there was something more to come. She waited in silence. "She has altered very much," he went on bluntly. Then, after a moment: "I felt sorry for her." "You did, Dan?" Gillian's face lit up. "I'm glad. I've always hated your being so down on her."
'And I have some for Maura, said Valetta. Valetta's was an untidy bunch; Gillian's a dainty basket, where white violets reposed on moss within a circle of larger blossoms. 'That's something like! quoth Ivinghoe. He lingered with them as if he wanted to see that vision again, but only the caretaker appeared, and promised to take the flowers upstairs.
Lady Phyllis's ecstacy was surpassing, more especially as she found her beloved little maid-of-all-work, and was introduced to all that small person's younger brothers and sisters. Here they met Miss Hacket, who was in charge of a class. She comported herself just as usual, and Gillian's dignity and displeasure gave way before her homely cordiality.
When at last she came, she was curiously quiet and responded to all Gillian's attempts at conversation with a dull, flat indifference that was strangely at variance with the spontaneously happy excitement which had attended the first few moments after her arrival.
"Gillian's 'Aunt Jane," said Anna, when the visitor had tripped out. "I never quite understood her way of talking of her. I think she worried her." "Your pronouns are confused, Annie. Which worried which? Or was it mutual?" "On the whole," laughed Anna back, "I prefer an aunt to be waited on to one who pokes me up." "Aunt Log to Aunt Stork? To be poked will be wholesome."
The band was playing now, and the notes seemed to work on Gillian's feet, and yet to bring her heart into her throat, for the last time she had heard that march was from the band of her father's old regiment, when they were all together!
'Well, we can add them to your winter party of young ladies in business. 'Hardly. These stand on different ground, and I don't want to hurt their feelings or Gillian's by mixing them up with the shopocracy. 'Have you seen the Queen of the White Ants? 'Not yet; but I mean to reconnoitre, and if I see no cause to the contrary, I shall invite them for next Tuesday. 'The mother?
At which both sisters, though rather angry, could not help laughing, and Lady Merrifield explained that they had always said the events had gone on in a concatenation, like the house that Jack built, from Gillian's peep through the rails. However, he was of opinion that it was better not to make a strenuous opposition.
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