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And then, while he was thinking of Betty, the little boy sitting by his side suddenly observed: "Perhaps we might tell Betty I mean when we get back again where Josephine and her kittens are? She was awfully upset last night; almost as upset as I was. You see, Josephine's a French cat. She was brought home I mean to England, you know by the officer who now wants to marry Betty."
"Thanks, again," said Vancouver. "Do let me get you something more, Miss Thorn," suggested Mr. Biggielow. "No? There is any amount of pates. You always like" "Of course you have heard about Harrington?" said Vancouver in a low voice close to Josephine's ear. "No, really," she answered. "Will you take my plate? And the glass thanks." Mr. Bonamy Biggielow was obliged to retire.
He was so near that their looks told him what he could not hear, and he saw Josephine's face glow with the warmth of regard which grew under the other's sneers.
"Oh, do you believe everything Dick says? A week ago you were bitter against Dick and all enthusiasm for Ford." "You were flirting with Dick then, and you'd hardly treat Ford decently. And Ford hadn't gone to drink " "Will you hush?" There were tears of anger in Josephine's voice. "He isn't, I tell you!" "What does he keep that jug in the closet for?
Everything was gray, or colorless or white; the people's faces were pinched and pale, the sky was a leaden gray in hue, and I thought as I stood opposite to my future abode under Delle Josephine's roof that the only bit of "local color" so far was to be found in her window. I could distinctly see from where I stood the most extraordinary hat I had ever seen.
O'Farrell should be sent for, and Jack rushed into the hall to find Betty already at the telephone. Meanwhile Janet Tosswill was doing her best to persuade the victim of Josephine's savage aggression to come upstairs and await the doctor there; but, shudderingly, Enid Crofton refused to stir. A slight diversion was created when Betty came in with a basin of warm water, soap, and a sponge.
On the flat table of the hill where Brady had built his bungalow were scattered clumps of golden birch, and in the shelter of one of the nearer clumps was a bench, to which Keith drew Mary Josephine. Thereafter for many minutes he spoke his plans. Mary Josephine's cheeks grew flushed. Her eyes shone with excitement and eagerness.
The little faces beside her, almost exact reductions of her own, seemed to tell of the blooming curves which had once been where now was sunken pallor. But the children kissed the pale cheeks and never found them deficient. That love was now the one end of her life. Suddenly Mrs. Glasher turned away her head from Josephine's book and listened. "Hush, dear! I think some one is coming."
She was quite obliged to Matty now for having left her bed, for the thought of that little secret hoard, which Monday by Monday she might collect, and no one be the wiser, had filled her heart with rejoicing. So she helped Hannah to spread Josephine's bed with her finest linen sheets, and altogether she made the little chamber cosy and pleasant for its new inmate.
After the visitors who had met that morning in Josephine's drawing- room had departed the general still remained, notwithstanding the astonished and questioning looks of the viscountess, paying no attention to her remarks about the fine weather, or her intention to enjoy a promenade.
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