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Her reply was scornful, almost injured. "Why, this old thing won't go over thirty-five." "It isn't old." "It is in spirit." That afternoon the car joined the laundry-bags and Gloria's appetite as one of the trinity of contention.
A new mood was upon her now, and a gentle solemnity gave her piquant face a new attraction. Gloria's moods were wont to follow each other with surprising swiftness. "Yes, I did. I saw so much that I could not help, that it made my heart ache. Children that needed attention and love and care, and mothers with tired hands, and wives whose faces wore a hopeless look. Yes, I cried."
Then Philip took Gloria's unresisting hand, and said, "My beloved, will you come with me in my exile? I have loved you since the day that you came into my life, and you can never know how I have longed for the hour to come when I would be able to tell you so. Come with me, dear heart, into this unknown land and make it glad for me. Come because I am drunken with love of you and cannot go alone.
"Then there is a female," said the cobbler, without the slightest hesitation. "I understand. Why did you not say so?" Griggs hesitated. The man's guess had taken him by surprise. He reflected that it could make no difference whether the old cobbler knew of Gloria's coming or not. "There is a signora a relation of mine who has come to Rome." "A fair signora? Very beautiful?
He swallowed nervously. "I I hoped you would. And I saw how terribly the events of the last few hours might be misconstrued. So, Gloria, daring to hope, I sent word for a justice of the peace. He will be here this afternoon or this evening " "Justice of the peace!" Gloria's nerves jangled loose in her irrepressible laughter. "We'll have a priest later, of course," he ran on hurriedly.
I am sure she talks about me behind my back and says horrid things " "You are very unjust," said Reanda, hurt by the vulgarity of the speech and deeply wounded in his own pride. "You defend her! You see!" And the colour rose in Gloria's cheeks. "She has done nothing that needs defence. She has acted always with the greatest kindness to me and to us.
They glanced toward the sound; they saw at the window the puckered and perplexed face of the "judge"; they were just in time to see a big hand grasp him by the shoulder and yank him out of sight. They heard Summerling expostulate; they heard Jim Spalding's far from gentle voice cursing him. King understood, at least in part, what must lie under Gloria's look of distress.
He whipped it up and began firing, nervous and excited. It was after the second shot that King's rifle answered him; it roared out like the crash of doom in Gloria's ears; she saw the stabbing spurt of fire. Brail sagged where he stood, crumpled and pitched forward, his rifle clattering loudly against the rocks.
Those that did writhe were very swiftly caused to cease by volleys aimed at them in obedience to officers' orders. It began to look as if Gloria's hospital would not be over-worked. The tables were now turned on the Turks, except in regard to numbers.
Uncle Em smiled at her puzzled face. "No wonder you don't 'see," he said, interpreting her thoughts. "But in this case the sick person gets but an hour's care, perhaps, a day. The nurse goes from house to house, doing what she can in a little time. She has to divide up her care, you see. But it is a merciful work a merciful work." Gloria's face was thoughtful. Treeless Street haunted her.
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