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"I am not interfering, dearest," called back Kathleen, "and I am keeping religiously to my own half. I have the straight window, and you have the bay. I am not touching your beautiful half; I am only in mine." "Let me in," called Alice again, "and don't be silly." "Sorry, dear; don't think I am silly." There was a silence.
My errand has to do with the articles you write for the Sunday edition of your paper which you sign 'Elizabeth Vassar. Miss Briggs has been following them for some time with a great deal of interest. This afternoon she found a part of what is evidently copy for an article." Before Grace could go on Kathleen West had turned imperatively toward Elfreda. "Give it to me at once," she commanded.
If you butter your bread and don't eat the comb, honey agrees with you as well as anything else." "Mrs. Church," said Kathleen, "you are perfectly sweet, and I can't tell you how grateful we are; but we are in something of a hurry, so perhaps you wouldn't mind telling the rest of that story about butter and honey to Aunt Katie when you are in Ireland. Have you made the tea, Mrs. Church?
"I am told your daughter's screams aroused the household," he said. "Can I see Miss Whitney?" "No, you must wait until she is composed; the doctor is just administering an opiate," replied Whitney hastily. "Kathleen has been through a most harrowing experience." "I see." Mitchell drummed impatiently on the arm of his chair. Whitney eyed the two men askance.
So it came to pass that tutors and specialists replaced Kathleen in the schoolroom; and these ministered to the twin "poils," who were now fretting through their thirteenth year, mad with desire for boarding-school.
As if she had not heard aright, Kathleen stared at him. "Wh-what is it you ask?" she stammered. "The plans of your father's latest invention," patiently. "I do not mean the camera." "Either you or I are mad," she looked at him dazedly. "Do you realize that my father would not give me those plans that I should have to steal them." "Expediency knows no law," he muttered, not meeting her eyes.
After signing his name he added, "Oh, trust me, my lord, I would come myself but I am a prisoner, and I pray heaven that this may reach you in time to be of service." Kathleen placed the note in her bosom, hoping that she had not been observed. "Now hasten away, Kathleen," whispered Dermot.
For Kathleen, with the great trial, the beginning of the end had come. Charley's power over her was subtle, finely sensuous, and, in deciding, there were no mere heart-impulses working for Charley. Instinct and impulse were working in another direction. She had not committed her mind to either man, though her heart, to a point, was committed to Fairing.
She felt a wave of tempestuous blood pressing against her heart; then it all rushed back in a fiery color into her cheeks and in brightness to her eyes. "And Alice knew of this," she said to herself; "and when I didn't come to school this morning she thought that I was afraid. Afraid! Don't keep me, good people," said Kathleen. "Make way, please. I am sorry I am a little late."
The maid retired; Kathleen bent low over the feverishly parted lips, kissed them, hesitated, drew back sharply, and cast a rapid glance around the room. Then she went over to the dressing-table and lifted Rosalie's antique flaçon; and set it back slowly, as the girl turned her face on the pillow and opened her eyes. "Is that you, Kathleen?" "Yes, dear."
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