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Did you play the harp, when you were a girl, Lady Myrtle? she went on rather eagerly. She was vaguely anxious to change the conversation, for she had still a half-nervous fear of Frances's indiscretion should the subject of their school-fellows be entered upon. 'The harp! repeated Lady Myrtle, half-absently; 'no, my love, I never was very musical.
Once or twice a half-nervous chuckle broke from him as he tried to realise that he had been given the chance which a year ago had seemed so impossible that its mere incredibleness had made it a natural subject for jokes. He was going to call on Reuben S. Vanderpoel, and he was going because Reuben S. had made an appointment with him.
"We've been to church!" dimpled Sally with a glance at Joe. The pronoun startled Martie. "We were up in the organ loft," Joe contributed with his half-laughing, half-nervous grin. Still bewildered, Martie followed her sister into the dark garden, after a good-night nod to Joe, and went into the house.
The carriage turned and rolled away, and he quickly entered the house. "Polly, where are you? Nell, Firefly, Bunny," he shouted. Still there was no response, unless, indeed, the rustling of a silk dress in the drawing-room, a somewhat subdued and half-nervous cough, and the unpleasant yelping of a small dog could have been construed into one. "Have my entire family emigrated?
"How do you feel, Dick! As spruce as you did an hour ago!" Candidate Greg Holmes put the question with a half-nervous laugh. He spoke in a whisper, too, as if to keep his agitation from reaching the notice of any of the score or more of other young men in the room of Mr. Ward, the aged notary at West Point.
Elsie, on the contrary, was excessively and painfully sensitive, as if her nature constantly portended an invisible multitude of half-spiritual, half-nervous antenna, which shrank and trembled in every current of air at all below their own temperature.
Barker, with a half-nervous, half-impatient laugh. "Why, I thought you'd certainly stay half the afternoon with your old partner, considering that you haven't met for three years." There was no doubt she HAD thought so; there was equally no doubt that the conversation she was carrying on with her companion a good-looking, portly business man was effectually interrupted.
We've had beautiful weather until this morning, when it rained for an hour. Chicken and some pudding. There's a little Australian wine that my sister keeps in the house for accidents. I liked it myself when I had it once for severe neuralgia." She suddenly, with a half-nervous, half-desperate gesture, put out her hand and took Maggie's.
"I suppose I am rude; I'm certainly unconventional. But you gave me some advice in Edinburgh and I was grateful, because I saw you meant well. Can't you believe that I mean well, too?" She gave him a quick, half-puzzled, half-nervous glance, but did not answer, and he resumed: "Anyhow, you would run a greater risk in Canada than I did in Edinburgh, and you were rash in coming to Carlisle."
Then, with a quaint transition of thought, he remembered the little counting-house in Tooley Street, the smell of cheeses, and Mr. Weatherley's half-nervous invitation. His lips twitched and he began to smile. These things seemed to belong to a world so far away. Presently he heard footsteps outside and voices. The door was opened but the person outside did not immediately enter.
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