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Gwendolyn made a silent resolution to devote more time and thought to the peevish and staccato instruction of Miss Du Bois. The two were interrupted by a light, quick step outside. Again the hall door opened. "Oh, you'll pardon my having to desert you, won't you?" It was Gwendolyn's mother. "I didn't intend being so long." Gwendolyn half-started forward, then stopped.
Half an hour afterward, with a big plate of moose-steak before him and a big mug of coffee at his lips, Smoke half-started up from his seat. He had heard the sounds first. Lucy threw open the door. "Hello, Spike; hello, Methody," she greeted the two frost-rimed men who were bending over the burden on their sled.
"Only recently I received a letter from him, with private details of the flight of the king and vague intimations of a scandal in the army, lately come to light." His listener half-started from his seat and had the speaker not been more absorbed in his own easy flow of conversation than in the attitude of the other, he would have noticed that quick change of manner.
Half an hour afterward, with a big plate of moose-steak before him and a big mug of coffee at his lips, Smoke half-started up from his seat. He had heard the sounds first. Lucy threw open the door. "Hello, Spike; hello, Methody," she greeted the two frost-rimed men who were bending over the burden on their sled.
It was a miserable little lamb, newly born, its long, soft legs tied together, its almost sightless, pale eyes half-started from its sockets. As the humanist took it, it bleated with sudden shrill strength, and Domenico could not help thinking of certain images he had seen on monastery walls of the Good Shepherd carrying the lame lamb on his shoulders. This was very different.
Men half-started forward to him, but he held them back with a restraining eye. They knew his ways. He was responsive in a brusque, inquisitive, but good-humoured and sometimes very droll way; but there were times when men said to themselves that he was to be left alone; and he was so much master of the place that, as Osterhaut and Jowett frequently remarked, "What he says goes!"
"You are perfectly certain I am going to propose to you." She flamed scarlet and half-started up. "Your mother in the next room expects it, too," I went on, laughing even more disagreeably. "Your parents need money they have decided to sell you, their only large income-producing asset. And I am willing to buy. What do you say?" I was blocking her way out of the room.
His glance was cold, almost strange, and, meeting it, she half-started and then smiled, slowly mounting the stairs. He looked away, but the patroon never took his eyes from her until she had vanished. Afar, rising and falling on the clear air, sounded the voices of the singers: "Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him all creatures here below;"
As she pushed her poke-bonnet back from her ears her unkempt brown hair fell about her neck. But Tilden, at mention of her name, half-started from his chair and would have risen to his feet had not the officer laid his hand upon him. He seemed on the point of making some protest which the action of the officer alone restrained.
Then a sudden rage caught him, and he half-started up again. This time he saw something blue gleaming dully in the idle hand which hung between Eddring's knees. "Be careful," said the latter. "I told you not to do that. Sit down, now, and listen." An unreasoning, blind terror seized Henry Decherd, and in spite of himself, he obeyed.
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