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One moment, here." A deck steward approached with alacrity. "What has become of Miss Guile's chair?" The man touched his cap and beamed joyously upon the fair young lady. "Ach! See how I have forgot! It is here! The best place on the deck on any deck. See! Two side by side, above the door, away from the draft see, in the corner, ha, ha! Yes! Two by side. The very best.
"My word!" exclaimed Hobbs, but instantly resumed his character as cabby. A woman came swiftly out of the blackness and stopped beside the cab. She was swathed in a long gossamer, and hooded. The carriage lamps gleamed strong against the dripping coat. "Is it you?" cried Robin, throwing open the door and leaping to the ground. "It is I, M'sieur," said the voice of Marie, Miss Guile's French maid.
All the chairs is yours if you'll unpile 'em." The young man battled his way down the deck and soon found himself in the well-protected corner. A half-dozen unoccupied chairs were cluttered about, having been abandoned by persons who over-estimated their hardiness. One of the stewards was engaged in stacking them up and making them fast. Miss Guile's chair and that of Mrs.
"Thank you," she said, and turned her hand under his to give it a quick, convulsive clasp. Her spirits seemed to revive under the responsive grip. "You might have said all the tempests in a tea pot, for that is really what it amounts to. My father is a very foolish man. Will you send for the car?" He called an attendant and ordered him to find Miss Guile's footman at once.
"Attend!" came in a sharp, uncompromising voice from the bench. "What is the delay? This is no time to think. All that should have been done before. Step forward! Sergent, see that the prisoners step forward." Robin slipped his arm through Miss Guile's, expecting her to droop heavily upon it for support.
"Hobbs may be mistaken in the maid. Dank. It is likely that they are not Miss Guile's trunks, at all." "He appears to be absolutely sure of his ground. He heard the maid mention Miss Guile's name when she directed the men to get one of the trunks out of the pile. That's what attracted his attention.
Never, in all his life, had he been quite so out of patience with the world as on this bright, sunny morning. Miss Guile's frown deepened when her abrupt appearance at Mrs. Gaston's side caused that lady to look up with a guilty start and to break off in the middle of a sentence that had begun with: "International marriages, as a rule, are Oh!" Mr.
"Don't you regard her as rather perilously beautiful?" "Oh, I see. That's what you mean. I suppose you got that from Hobbs, too." "Not at all. I have an excellent pair of eyes." "What are you trying to get at, Dank?" demanded Robin abruptly. "I'm trying to get to the bottom of Miss Guile's guile, if it please your royal highness," said the lieutenant coolly.
There was a very sweet smile on Miss Guile's lips as she closed her eyes and lay back in her chair. Once, twice, thrice, even as many as six times R. Schmidt strode rapidly by their corner, his head high and his face aglow. At last a queer little pucker appeared on the serene brow of the far from drowsy young lady whose eyes peeped through half closed lids.
'Pon my soul, how the deuce could any one " He got no farther, for Miss Guile's action in pulling down her veil and the subsequent spasmodic glance over her shoulder betrayed such an agitated state of mind on her part that his own sensations were checked at the outset. "There must be some one here who knows you, Mr. Schmidt," she said nervously. "See what it says, please, at once.
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