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Carmencita's long slender forefinger made a jab in Van Landing's direction, and her head nodded with each word uttered. But before he could answer, Mother McNeil, with breakfast on a tray, was in the room and Carmencita was out. Sitting down beside him, as he asked her to do, Van Landing told her how it happened he was there, told her who he was. Miss Barbour was under her care.
Van Landing's hand for a moment lay in the stranger's, then he shook the latter's warmly and again raised his hat. In the circle of light caused by the electric lamp near which they stood the blind man's face could be seen distinctly, and in it was that one sees but rarely in the faces of men, and in Van Landing's throat came sudden tightening.
"It's a merry Christmas you're to have, my son, after all, and it's wanting to be up and after it you are, if I'm a judge of looks." And Van Landing's hand, holding the coverlid close to his neck, was patted understandingly by Mother McNeil.
We are going to have " Van Landing's voice was unsteady. "We are going to have Christmas at home, Frances. Christmas at home!" Lifting herself on her elbow, Carmencita listened. There was no sound save the ticking of the little clock on the mantel.
Garth, in dismay, hastened to Captain Jack. "Where are we going?" he demanded. Captain Jack cocked an eye, and said with his air of gloomy fatalism: "The Landing's the only place for me." Garth became hot under the collar, as he always did in dealing with the pessimistic skipper. "But we're only fifteen miles from the Warehouse!" he cried.
It was possible, however, that this gentle, shrinking creature, with a face so spiritualized by life's denials that it shamed him as he looked, knew more of his, Van Landing's, world than he of the blind man's, and suddenly, as if something outside himself directed, he yielded to a strange impulse. It was true, what the child had said.
If you wake up in a couple of hours take another one of these" a pill was obediently swallowed "but you're to see no one until I see you again. No talking." "Sorry, but I must see Miss Barbour." In Van Landing's voice was sharp fear. "Christmas isn't over yet? I haven't missed it, have I? Are you sure she's in this house?" "Sure. She's getting ready for to-morrow.
"Is is it Miss Davis, Herrick?" Van Landing's voice was strangely shy; then he held out his hand. "You're a lucky man, Herrick. I congratulate you. Why didn't you tell me before; and if you want to get married, why not? What's the use of waiting? The trip's on me. Christmas alone I forgot to say I've intended for some time to raise your salary.
Hesitating, the blind man's eyes were again upturned, and again Van Landing spoke. "You are right to be careful; but you need not fear. My name is Van Landing, and my office " "You are a gentleman!" Two hands with their long slender fingers were outstretched, and swiftly they stroked Van Landing's arms and body and face.
Not long was there silence, however, for very shortly the child was on a stool at Van Landing's feet, in her hands a pad of paper, and on her knee a backless magazine. For half a minute she looked in Van Landing's face. "Isn't it nice and funny your being here? I like you." Her voice was joyous. "If I tell you something, you won't tell?" She leaned forward, hands on his knees.
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