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Updated: June 5, 2025
If she would have faltered once for only one half-moment, he would have pinioned her; but she was as firm as rock, and her searching eyes never left him. 'We don't part so, he said. 'Do you think I am drivelling, to let you go in your mad temper? 'Do you think, she answered, 'that I am to be stayed? 'I'll try, my dear, he said with a ferocious gesture of his head.
For a half-moment after Carmencita left the room Frances Barbour stood in the middle of the floor and stared at the door, still open, then went over and closed it. Coming back to the table at which she had been writing, she sat down and took up her pen and made large circles on the sheet of paper before her. Slowly the color in her face cooled and left it white. Carmencita was by nature cyclonic.
For a half-moment longer I looked at him, then away. Apparently he had not heard what I said. "I should not trouble you. I have no right, but I don't know what to do. I've so long come to you " He turned to me uncertainly. "What is it?" I got up from the footstool and took my seat in the corner of the sofa. "Why shouldn't you come to me?" "You have enough on you now." He bit his lip.
For a half-moment there was quivering silence; then Van Landing spoke again. "There are some things I must attend to to-night. Early to-morrow I will come for you, Frances, and in Dr. Pierson's church we will be married. Herrick and Miss Davis are coming at one o'clock, and my wife must be there to receive them. And you, too, Carmencita you and your father.
For another half-moment there was silence which the child, looking from one to the other, could not understand, and her hands, pressed close to her breast, gripped tightly her cold fingers. Presently Van Landing turned. "Very well," he said. "I will go. It was just that I know little of a real Christmas. Good night." "Oh, don't go don't go, Mr. Van!
For a half-moment he looked me over, his near-sighted eyes almost closing in their squint. "I knew your father. A very unusual man." He held out his hand. "You're like him, got his expression, and, I'm told, the same disregard of what people think. That" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder "is a side of life you've never seen before. It's a side men make and women permit. Good morning."
When he first called I was out, and last night he called again. As Mrs. Mundy, with his coat and hat, closed the door behind her, he held out his hand. "Well?" He looked at me, but in his eyes was no smiling. "Well?" I shook hands and smiled. For a half-moment we said nothing, and frowningly he turned away.
"I will, Monsieur Anatole, I will," she said, and I couldn't have believed that robust voice capable of sinking to such an absolute coo. More like a turtle dove calling to its mate than anything else. "It's quite all right." She had said the wrong thing. He did Exercise 3. "All right? Nom d'un nom d'un nom! The hell you say it's all right! Of what use to pull stuff like that? Wait one half-moment.
He stood for a moment gazing after the form of his brother as it disappeared in the outer shadows. For this half-moment he took swift counsel of himself. It was a face calm and noncommittal that he turned toward the girl who sat now in the darkest corner of the room, her head cast down, her foot beating a signal of perturbation upon the floor.
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