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But Mordaunt only drew her nearer. "You child!" he said. She yielded, half-protesting. "Yes, but I'm not quite a baby. I think you ought to remember that. Shall we go back? I know Rupert is sniggering behind the curtain." "I'll break his head if he is," said Mordaunt; but he let her go, as she evidently desired, and prepared to follow her in.
An intuition of danger crept over her as she watched the shades of sinister suggestion on the face of the man who whispered to her sister. The man was urging, Lorna half-protesting, as though refusing some enticing offer. Mary stepped closer, and the deep tones of the stranger's voice filled her with a thrill of loathing. It was a voice which she felt she could never forget as long as she lived.
He kept up an incessant war with Rose; he had a number of little jokes going at the vicar's expense, which kept that good man in a half-protesting chuckle most of the way; he cleared every gate that presented itself in first-rate Oxford form, and climbed every point of rock with a cat-like agility that set the girls scoffing at the pretence of invalidism under which he had foisted himself on Whindale.
But it was good, watching him slyly from under drawn-down lids, to see the flash of triumph that would come into his tired eyes in answer to her half-protesting: "Yes, I see your point, I hadn't thought of that," her half reluctant admission that "perhaps" he was right, there; that "perhaps" she was wrong. It was delightful to see him young again, eager, boyishly pleased with himself.
Her hatred of the picture often led her to make a half-protesting pause in front of the long Chippendale mirror which hung close to it. She made it to-night. Indeed, the dim reflection in the glass might well have reassured her. Dark eyes and hair, a brunette complexion, grace, health, physical strength she certainly owed none of these qualities or possessions to her ancestor.
Our young people overlooked both man and boat. "It's the same lake," said Amy Leffingwell, rather dreamily, after a common silence of several minutes. "The same," returned Cope promptly. "It's just what it was a year ago, a century ago; and a millennium ago, I suppose, if there was anyone here to notice." She turned on him a rueful, half-protesting smile. "I wasn't thinking of a century ago.
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