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Then with a lordly gesture to her to follow he stalked to the outer room, and picking up the envelope with the fifty Kronen held it out to her without a word. Harmony's world came crashing about her ears. She stared stupidly at the envelope in her hand, at the master's retreating back. Two girl students waiting their turn, envelopes in hand, giggled together. Harmony saw them and flushed scarlet.
Their common trouble had drawn the two together, or had drawn McLean close to Peter, as if he recognized that there were degrees in grief and that Peter had received almost a death-wound. His old rage at Peter had died. Harmony's flight had proved the situation as no amount of protestation would have done.
One of the pickaninnies had carried the box and stood impassively by, gazing at Harmony. Le Grande placed her flowers on the grave. They almost covered it, quite eclipsed Harmony's. "I come here every morning," she said simply. She had a cab waiting, and offered to drive Harmony back to the city. Her quiet almost irritated Harmony, until she had looked once into the woman's eyes.
Thereafter, during that memorable walk, they talked blissful personalities, Harmony's future, Peter's career, money or its lack their ambitions, their hopes, even and here was intimacy, indeed! their disappointments, their failures of courage, their occasional loss of faith in themselves.
She was fumbling with a match and the candle when she realized that Peter was just behind her, very close. "Dearest," he said huskily. The next moment he had caught her to him, was kissing her lips, her hair. Harmony's heart beat wildly. There was no use struggling against him. The gates of his self-control were down: all his loneliness, his starved senses rushed forth in tardy assertion.
She made a toilet, a trifle less casual than usual, seeing that she put on her stays, and rather sheepishly picked up the bundle from the corner. She hunted about for a thimble, being certain she had brought one from home a year before, but failed to find it. And finally, bundle under her arm and smiling, she knocked at Harmony's door. "Would you mind letting me sit with you?" she asked.
Women, being literal, are apt to absorb dangerous doctrine and put it to the test. When it is false doctrine they discover it too late. Harmony was now a woman. Anna would have cut off her hand sooner than have brought the girl to harm; but she loved to generalize. It amused her to see Harmony's eyes widen with horror at one of her radical beliefs.
Why, at these delicatessen places and bakeshops " Here he paused for breath and found Dr. Gates's quizzical glance fixed on him, and Harmony's startled eyes. "What I am trying to say," he exploded, "is that I believe if you would marry me it would solve some of your troubles anyhow." He was talking for time now, against Harmony's incredulous face. "You'd be taking on others, of course.
He had moved into Harmony's adjacent room and dressed there. But he had never slept in the bed. At night he put on his shabby dressing-gown and worn slippers and lay on a haircloth sofa at the foot of Jimmy's bed lay but hardly slept, so afraid was he that the slender thread of life might snap when it was drawn out to its slenderest during the darkest hours before the dawn.
Soldiers they are of the provinces mostly, and not for a lady to confront." "They are coming up!" He listened. The clank of scabbards against the stone stairs was unmistakable. The little Georgiev straightened, threw out his chest, turned to descend, faltered, came back a step or two. His small black eyes were fixed on Harmony's face. "Fraulein," he said huskily, "you are very lovely.
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