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Updated: May 24, 2025
"I want Kieth's sister to show us what the shimmy is," demanded one young man with a broad grin. Lois laughed. "I'm afraid the Father Rector would send me shimmying out the gate. Besides, I'm not an expert." "I'm sure it wouldn't be best for Jimmy's soul anyway," said Kieth solemnly. "He's inclined to brood about things like shimmys.
"But why not wait till we get home, and then go to Kieth's or Hammerstein's?" "You don't understand, dear. This theatre is very ancient." "Playing minstrel shows in it yet, I suppose. Well, girls, if you say Sicily, Sicily it is. All I'm after is to give you a good time, and if you get the volcano habit it isn't my fault."
With a sound half-gasp, half-cry she rocked on her feet and reeled backward into Kieth's suddenly outstretched arms. "Lie still, child." She closed her eyes again. She was on the grass outside, pillowed on Kieth's arm, and Regan was dabbing her head with a cold towel. "I'm all right," she said quietly. "I know, but just lie still a minute longer. It was too hot in there. Jarvis felt it, too."
The first attacked us at dawn, on the landward side, and we fought them all day; at night, Lord Kieth's fleet would begin its bombardment, and try, under cover of darkness, to seize the harbour; which forced the garrison to keep a keen look-out on the seaward side, and prevented it from having any rest or relaxation.
Two other priests arrived enthusiastically and shook hands with her and addressed her as "Kieth's little sister," which she found she didn't mind a bit. How assured they seemed; she had expected a certain shyness, reserve at least.
Back in the reception-room Lois met a half-dozen more of Kieth's particular friends; there was a young man named Jarvis, rather pale and delicate-looking, who, she knew, must be a grandson of old Mrs. Jarvis at home, and she mentally compared this ascetic with a brace of his riotous uncles.
Was there a certain coldness in both their profiles, that she had not noticed before a pallor about the mouth and a curious set expression in their eyes? She shivered slightly: they were like dead men. She felt her soul recede suddenly from Kieth's. This was her brother this, this unnatural person. She caught herself in the act of a little laugh. "What is the matter with me?"
She laughed as Regan again touched her gingerly with the towel. "I'm all right," she repeated. But though a warm peace was falling her mind and heart she felt oddly broken and chastened, as if some one had held her stripped soul up and laughed. Half an hour later she walked leaning on Kieth's arm down the long central path toward the gate.
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