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He did so, with a sort of solemn sense of responsibility; and it was in a room lighted only by a shaft of pale moonlight that fell in a pool upon the polished floor that these two utterly inexperienced children sat knee to knee, the one to pour out her story, the other to listen and hold his breath. "I was right about Gleave. He was spying.
"I just caught sight of Gleave among the trees. He was spying!" "Why do you think so?" "Oh, he never walks a yard unless he has to. I thought I saw him eying me rather queerly at lunch. I've been looking happy lately, and that's made him suspicious." "But what can he do?" "What can't he do!
Far from foolish, if she had had an inkling of the trap that had been laid for her and into which she was presently going to fall without suspicion. The facts were that Gleave had seen Martin drive up to his house with Tootles, had watched them riding and walking together throughout the week, had reported what he had seen to Mrs.
Even Gleave put things in front of me as though he didn't see me, and when I caught the watery eyes of the old dogs, they both seemed to make faces and go 'Yah!" "It was weird, and would have been frightfully funny if I hadn't known that sooner or later I should have to stand up and take my dose. Phew, it was a ghastly meal.
"They'll have something to talk about at dinner to-night. A nice whack in the eye for Gleave." He managed to achieve a supremely blase air while the words were being counted, but it crumbled instantly when the telegraphist shot a quick look at Joan and gave Martin a grin of cordial congratulation.
Grandmother's one of the old-fashioned sort who thinks that a girl must never speak to a man without a chaperon. They must have been a lively lot of young women in her time! Gleave will tell her that I've been coming here to meet you, and then there'll be a pretty considerable row." Martin was incredulous. He was in America in the twentieth century.
I expected to be sent for at once to stand like a criminal before Grandfather and Grandmother but nothing happened. All through dinner, while Gleave tottered about, they sat facing each other at the long table, conducting, that's the only word to describe it, a polite conversation. Neither of them took any notice of me or even once looked my way.
Seizing the moment when Gleave was wrestling with his cough, she slipped her letter into her desk, rubbed her face vigorously with her handkerchief and made a dart at the door. Grandfather Ludlow demanded strict punctuality and made the house shake if it failed him.
It was Gleave who opened the door, Gleave the bald-headed manservant who had grown old along with his master with the same resentfulness the ex-prizefighter, sailor, lumberman and adventurer who had thrown in his lot with Cumberland Ludlow, the sportsman, when both were in the full flush of middle age.
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