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"But after I've done it and the kinks come, I realize I've got old legs." "Now I know he's not deaf!" Marta murmured, as he returned to his work. She frowned. She was angry. "Lanny, you have something to explain," she thought.
"Why, of course, Lanny! Till war does come he is only a gardener with an illusion that is giving mental strength. Why didn't you put it that way before?" she asked in surprise at so easy a solution having escaped them. "Let him stay, at least until war comes." "And then?" "Lanny, you yourself, with all your information, you don't think "
I'm only one human being a weak, lunatic sort of one, just now!" "Marta, don't suffer so! You are overwrought. You " "I can say all that for you, Lanny," she interrupted with the faintest laugh. "I've said it so many times to myself. Perhaps when I call you up again I shall not be so hysterical.
"The bell means that Lanny will be called if he is there. No one except him is to talk over this telephone," Feller explained softly. Marta waited for some time before she heard a familiar, calm voice, with a faint echo of irritation over being interrupted in the midst of pressing duties. "Well, Gustave, old boy, it can't be that you are in touch with Westerling yet?"
But La Tir is in a tangent and already in the Grays' possession, while we act on the defensive. So I should hardly be flying over your garden again." "But there's the telephone, Lanny, and here we are talking over it this very minute!" she expostulated. "You must remove it," he said. "If the Grays should discover it they might form a suspicion that would put you in an unpleasant position."
Then she looked up to Lanstron and the flame in her eyes, whose leaping, spontaneous passion he already knew, held something of the eternal, as her arms crept around his neck. "You are life, Lanny! You are the destiny of to-day and to-morrow!" Though it was very late autumn now, such was the warmth of the sun that, with a wrap, Mrs. Galland was sitting on the veranda.
How could he expect her to interest herself exclusively in him as one human being when all human beings interested her so profoundly? If the world were peopled with Martas and their disciples then her proposal would be practicable. "That's fine of you, Lanny!" she said. "You've taken it like a good stoic, this loss of your thousandth chance. You really believed in it, didn't you?"
But the post of the trellis was within reach. She caught hold of it to steady herself. Failed! All her acting had served only to make such a trap for the Browns as Lanny had planned for the Grays! She was grateful for the darkness that hid her face, which was incapable of any expression now but blank despair.
With literal brevity she told how she had proved him to be a man of most sensitive hearing. "I didn't let him know that he was discovered. I felt too much pity for him to do that. You brought him here you, Lanny, you are the one to explain." "True, he is not deaf!" Lanstron replied. "You knew he was not deaf, while we wrote our messages to him and I have been learning the deaf-and-dumb alphabet!
I am sure I can get something worth while with you to direct me; don't you think so, Lanny?" She put the question as simply as if she were asking if she might sew on a button for him. It had the charm of an intimate fellowship of purpose. It appeared free of the least realization of the magnitude of her undertaking. Didn't Mrs. Galland believe that blood would tell?
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