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In truth he scorned no source of information, and was conscienceless in the compilation of this somewhat chaotic record. The affairs of John Lexman recalled Kara, and Kara's great reception. Mansus would have made arrangements to secure a verbatim report of the speeches which were made, and these would be in his hands by the night.
This interested him mightily and he replaced the cheque book with the tightened lips and the fixed gaze of a man who was thinking rapidly. He paid a visit to the library, where the secretary was engaged in making copies of Kara's correspondence, answering letters appealing for charitable donations, and in the hack words which fall to the secretaries of the great.
In that second of time Kara's face had undergone a transformation. The eyes which met T. X. Meredith's blazed with an almost insane fury. With a quick stride Kara placed himself before the open safe. "I think this has gone far enough, Mr. Meredith," he said harshly. "If you wish to search my safe you must get a warrant."
The whole thing was of course ridiculous, but it was ridiculous that he should have borrowed, and it was ridiculous that the borrowing should have been necessary, and yet he had speculated on the best of advice it was Kara's advice.
Kara's expression, as she raised her eyes at her approach, was almost forbidding. Tory also repressed the exclamation that rose to her lips. How white and thin the other girl's face appeared! The humorous, gayly challenging look with which she had met former trials and difficulties had vanished.
"In his master's absence he took upon himself the task of conducting a clumsy imitation of Kara's persecution. He gave me, too, the only glimpse I ever had of the torture poor Grace underwent. She hated dogs, and Kara must have come to know this and in her sleeping room she was apparently better accommodated than I he kept four fierce beasts so chained that they could almost reach her.
No, I do not suffer, I never have suffered, that is the dreadful part of it." Kara's hands now clutched the other girl's shoulders. "Tory, don't look at me like that. It may not be true always." "The land that is always afternoon," Joan Peters quoted dreamily. Twelve girls were seated in a circle in a clearing in Beechwood Forest.
You know you want to play what you have written for Kara, so why pretend otherwise?" Tory's manner left no chance for argument, so Lance, with a whimsical smile of agreement, meekly obeyed. He sat under a light from a reading lamp, the two girls standing beside Kara's chair.
She was only a year and a few months younger than her two brothers and looked very like Don, save that her hair was chestnut and her eyes a darker blue. "Don, Lance, how glad I am you had the good luck to come to Tory's and Kara's aid! I have made a double amount of toast and there are six more eggs added to our usual supply for breakfast.
The stiff aureole of her dark hair made a striking contrast to the whiteness of her childish costume. The other two children were acquaintances of Lucy's from the Gray House and equally ready to do her bidding. So, whatever the others may have believed, Lucy Martin was convinced that she had taken complete charge of Kara's tableau.
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