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Cardross and Hamil of the untoward climax to a spring-time wooing; and when Shiela and Cecile came in the latter looked suspiciously at Hamil, requesting to know the reason of his mirth. "Somebody will have to whisper it to you in rhyme," said Hamil; "it's not fit for prose, Cissy." Mrs. Cardross retired early. Gray went for a spin in his motor.
And now the American girl who had been a countess was back, a little wiser, a little harder, and more cynical, with some of the bloom rubbed off, yet much of her superficial beauty remaining. "Alida Ascott," murmured Shiela. "Jessie was a bridesmaid. Poor little girl! I'm glad she's free. There were no children," she said, looking up at Hamil; "in that case a decent girl is justified!
Malcourt, who looked much younger than he really was, appeared on the after deck, strolling about with a telescope tucked up under one arm, both hands in his trousers pockets; and, as Hamil pulled under the stern, he leaned over the rail: "Hello, Hamil! Any trade with the natives in prospect? How far will a pint of beads go with the lady aborigines?"
All the same, with a glance at Hamil, he unfolded the bit of yellow paper and read: "LOUIS MALCOURT, "Superintendent Luckless Lake, "Adirondacks. "Your presence is required at my office in the Shoshone Securities Building on a matter of most serious and instant importance. Telegraph what train you can catch. Mr. Carrick will meet you on the train at Albany. "NEVILLE CARDROSS. "Answer Paid."
If there's unhappiness and pain to be borne, we've got to bear it we alone " "And Hamil. All three of us." She looked at him desperately; read in his cool gaze that she could not deceive him, and remained silent. "What about Hamil's unhappiness?" repeated Malcourt slowly. "If if he has any, he requires no instruction how to bear it."
Of course they went all to pieces, and I don't know how it might have fared with us if my little daughter had not calmly bowled over that boar at three paces from my shin-bones!" "Dad exaggerates," observed the girl with heightened colour, then ventured a glance at Hamil which set his heart galloping; and her own responded to the tender pride and admiration in his eyes.
"You feel a little sleepy?" drawled Mrs. Cardross, maternally solicitous; "everybody does for the first few days." And to her husband: "Jessie and Cecile are playing; Shiela must be somewhere about You will lunch with us, Mr. Hamil? There's to be a tennis luncheon under the oaks we'd really like to have you if you can stay." Hamil accepted as simply as the invitation was given; Mrs.
And, after a pause, during which he continued to survey the younger man: "What name?" he inquired, as though Hamil had been persistently attempting to inform him. Hamil told him good-naturedly. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hamil. My name is Rawley probably the name is familiar to you? Ambrose Rawley" he coughed "by profession a botanist."
I'll tell you after luncheon what we propose to do on this trip." A white servant seated Hamil on Mrs.
So Hamil dismounted and handed his bridle to the Indian; then Shiela cast her own bridle loose across the pommel, and touching her horse with both heels, rode forward, hands in her jacket pockets. And Hamil walked beside her, one arm on the cantle. Into blank obscurity the horse moved, bearing to the left a direction which seemed entirely wrong.
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