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"Grim Morgan, Wat Tyler," he muttered monotonously, "Hilary Grendon calling. Held prisoner with Joan, top of Robbins Building. Guarded. Urgent you free us. Artok has sent out general death orders. I have plan to stop him. Come, quickly." Over and over he murmured the message, hoping desperately they would hear him in the communication disks strapped to their shoulders.
"See rather," Vanderbank said to Mrs. Grendon, "how little it's like your really losing her that she should be able this evening fairly to bring the dear man to you. At this rate we don't lose her we simply get him as well." "Ah but is it quite the dear man's COMPANY we want?" and Harold looked anxious and acute. "If that's the best arrangement Nanda can make !"
"Take over, Grim, until I come back," he shouted down. "If I don't, send others up to get that Mercutian." "Come down," Grim yelled after him, alarmed. "I'll go up; you're the leader here." "That's why it's my job. So long." The men stared up after the tiny ascending figure, lumps in their throats. They would die gladly for Hilary Grendon now; he was proving himself. Grim fumed and waited.
"A man who like me hasn't seen one for six months could perfectly do, I assure you, with one that has lost its what-do-you-call it." He kissed Nanda with a friendly peck, then, more completely aware, had a straighter apprehension for Tishy. "My dear child, YOU seem to have lost something, though I'll say for you that one doesn't miss it." Mrs. Grendon looked from him to Nanda.
Longdon and I. It can't be helped, I suppose," he went on, for Tishy, with sociable sadness, "but it IS short innings." Mrs. Grendon, who was clearly credulous, looked positively frightened. "Ah but, my dear, thank you! I haven't begun to LIVE." "Well, I have that's just where it is," said Harold. "Thank you all the more, old Van, for the tip."
This was of course with soft looks up and down at her clothes. "Isn't she too nice? Did you ever see anything so lovely?" "I'm so faint with inanition," Van replied to Mrs. Grendon, "that like the traveller in the desert, isn't it? I only make out, as an oasis or a mirage, a sweet green rustling blur. I don't trust you." "I don't trust YOU," Nanda said on her friend's behalf.
He said nothing. The guard turned to Hilary again. "Answer me," he barked. "My friend told the truth," Grendon said simply. "Your tag?" "I have none." Suspicion flared openly in the pink eyes. "Where is it?" "I never had one." "Ah!" There was a world of meaning to the exhalation. "You know of course that every Earthman must be registered. The penalty for non-obedience is death."
Petherton will tell you I wonder he hasn't told you before why Mrs. Grendon, though not perhaps herself quite the rose, is decidedly in these days too near it." "Oh Petherton never tells me anything!" Mitchy's answer was brisk and impatient, but evidently quite as sincere as if the person alluded to had not been there.
You've not, I suppose, lost sight of the fact that this lady and Mrs. Grendon are sisters. Carrie's situation and Carrie's perils are naturally very present to the extremely unoccupied Tishy, who is unhappily married into the bargain, who has no children, and whose house, as you may imagine, has a good thick atmosphere of partisanship.
"I would, I promise you, if I could get at her! But isn't that woman always with her?" Mrs. Brookenham smoothed the little embroidered tea-cloth. "Do you call Tishy Grendon a woman?" Again the Duchess had one of her pauses, which were indeed so frequent in her talks with this intimate that an auditor could sometimes wonder what particular form of relief they represented.
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