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Alec, but Charlie, who immediately took one of the hall chairs and sat there with his hat on, rubbing his gloveless hands and blinking as if the light dazzled him, as he said in a rapid, abrupt sort of tone, "I told you I'd come left the fellows keeping it up gloriously going to see the old year out, you know. But I promised never break my word and here I am.
She looked back towards the long white front of the house, and there was terror in her eyes. "Something is happening there," she muttered, "and I am afraid." He took her gloveless hand. It was as cold as ice. She did not resist his touch, but her fingers lay passively in his. "Let me be your friend," he pleaded. "Never mind what has happened, or what is going to happen. You are in trouble.
He stared at her again, studying her poor garb, noticing the gloveless hands, appraising the worn garments she wore. He was rubbing thin long-fingered hands together and shaking his head, in slow assent. "We have to be very careful," his voice quavered. "We have to know the people." "Then I'll go, of course," she answered swiftly, "because you don't know me."
They find out the red-handed, gloveless undergraduate of bucolic antecedents, as he squirms in his corner, and distill their soft words upon him like dew upon the green herb. They reach even the poor relation, whose dreary apparition saddens the perfumed atmosphere of the sumptuous drawing-room.
Even her small, finely-shaped hands, gloveless as they were, had not lost their whiteness. Little by little, in answer to his questions, the sad story of the woman came out. There is no need to relate it here; it is told over and over again in police reports and paragraphs about attempted suicides. "My name is Rebecca Murdoch," said the woman, as she ended.
She glanced at Miss Vance, well pleased that she should see the lad's foolish fondness for her. George forced a smile. He looked worn and jaded. Miss Vance noticed that his usually neat cravat was awry and his hands were gloveless. "Yes," he said. "It is a little church. The oldest in London. I want to show it to you." Miss Vance tied on Mrs. Waldeaux's bonnet, smoothing her hair affectionately.
She stood in smiling hesitancy a moment, when her hand, from which she had removed the glove in order to adjust an unruly hair-pin, was taken by another hand, firm and warm and gloveless, and she was drawn almost unconsciously to the side of its owner. It was Allan Dunlop who had thus taken summary possession of her, and incurred a little of her dignified displeasure.
It has come to this with me that I don't care to face any future without her; and yet I know nothing about her, not even if she is a free woman. I shall find that out the next time I see her. In the evening I catch a glimpse of her gown in the orchard, and I follow her. We sit down near the river. Her left hand is lying gloveless next to me in the grass.
A little while after, her mother heard her crying; she saw it too, from the heaving of her back. Presently the daughter felt the mother's gloveless hand under her head. She was pushing a cushion underneath it. This did her good, merely to feel that her mother wanted her to sleep. Yes, she longed terribly to sleep. And in a few minutes she slept.
He discovered that his clothes were oddly fitted and oddly made; that his boots were rough and coarse; that his hands were gloveless; that even his hair was as curiously arranged as possible. He discovered more than this to many of the gay company he was evidently a laughing-stock; a few of the more reckless ones deliberately and openly made sport of him.
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