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Snip snip the scissors cut steadily through the crisp cotton goods. "Yes, indeed, you've got that!" the District Nurse said with loving tenderness. She did not look up from her work; at that minute she did not want to see the small, stunted figure sewing tiny sleeves for Dinney's baby. It was a beautiful morning, and Gloria and the cat were occupying the broad piazza.
The man who fought his way alone across fifteen hundred miles of snow and ice and won oh I don't know what kind of a fight. Against all kinds of odds. The very Mark King! He's papa's best friend, you know." "Let him be your dad's friend, then," said the young fellow with the pampered pompadour, his eyes showing a glint of sullen jealousy. "That's no reason " "Why, Archie!" cried Gloria.
He was splendidly unconscious of his own utter loneliness, blankly unaware of the life-comedy or tragedy which Gloria was acting for him out of pity for the heart she could break, and out of shame at finding out what her own heart was. Had he known the truth, the end would have come quickly and terribly. But he did not know it. The woman's gifts were great, and her beauty was greater.
Gratton, with all of his shrewdness, had not taken into consideration one thing: how in the city, on his native heath, he attracted Gloria; how in the woods he impressed her, in his unbecoming outdoor togs, as contemptible. "You know how I love you," he was repeating. And he was sincere; she saw that in his eyes, in the unaccustomed colour in his face.
Applaud those loud final movements which are written, as Mozart said, 'for long ears. Applaud as much as you like, then: your braying is anticipated: it is part of the concert. But after the Missa Solemnis of Beethoven!... Poor wretches!... It is the Last Judgment. You have just seen the maddening Gloria pass like a storm over the ocean.
And for her part she knew it just as little as he did. Decidedly Gloria was coming to the front again in the newspapers, at all events. The South American question was written about, telegraphed about, and talked about, every day. The South American question was for the time the dispute between Gloria and her powerful neighbour, who was supposed to cherish designs of annexation with regard to her.
They went into the living-room and Gloria sat in a big chair while he stood before her, his fingers tapping and tapping at his cigarette-case. "You listened-in while I talked with mamma, didn't you?" she said carelessly. "No!" said Gratton, but so promptly that she knew he lied. "Well?" she said indifferently. "Suppose we have the explanations now? I am sure that they will prove interesting."
The Dictator did not know it at the time, but it was certain that Captain Sarrasin's description of the rising in Gloria and the expulsion of Gloria's former chief had done much to secure a favourable reception of Ericson in London. The night when the news of the struggle and the defeat came to town no newspaper man knew anything in the world about it but Oisin Sarrasin.
She meant what she had said, or what some re-born Gloria had said for her; he might kill her, but she would not follow him. And then Mark King, as he was about to strike, stayed his hand at the last moment and hurled the rope far from him, and whirled about and left her. Someway he came to the base of the cliffs. He was outside; he was in the open.
Then Drake walked to his club and wrote this postscript to a letter to Lord Robert Ure, at the Grand Hotel, Paris: "The Parson has drawn first blood, and Gloria has gone home!" On the Sunday evening after Glory's departure John Storm, with the bloodhound running by his side, made his way to Soho in search of the mother of Brother Andrew.
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