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I glanced triumphantly at him as he watched me from a corner; and the more he gazed, the more I acted at him, as if I was making violent love to my partner. Somehow, without looking, I saw every shade of Latimer's countenance. Once or twice I had compassion, but there was the excitement of vanity and novelty to lure me on.
Baird strode towards him and seized him by the shoulder. "What is it? What is it? What is it?" he cried out. Latimer's face did not alter in a line. He fumbled stiffly in his breast-pocket and held out some pieces of yellowed letter-paper this being done stiffly, too. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. It seemed to search every corner of the room and echo there. "See!" he said. "These are two letters.
One triumphant glance after another flashed upwards to the fallen queen's angry face, and her bright eyes fairly danced with wicked joy when, at the close of the class, Mr. King said a few words of commendation on Miss Latimer's abilities. "Nellie, Nellie! I'm proud of my friend to-day, She's a regular brick, and deserves any amount of hugging and petting. Oh joy, joy! how did you manage it, dear?
In less than five minutes one of Latimer's caissons was exploded, which called forth a lusty cheer from the enemy. In five minutes more a Federal caisson was blown up, which brought forth a louder cheer from us. In this action Latimer's batteries suffered fearfully, the Alleghany Roughs alone losing twenty-seven men killed and wounded.
I am the only child in this generation, and my grandfather Fairfax says that it is necessary for me to go back to my own people." Lady Latimer's face suddenly reflected a tint of Bessie's. But no after-thought was in Bessie's mind, her simplicity was genuine.
For almost five minutes there was no other word spoken, but the breathing of each man could be heard. Then Latimer's voice broke the stillness, lower and more monotonous. "I had but one resolve. It was to save her and to save my mother. All the soul of our home and love was bound up in the child.
Face downwards in a little pool of blood lay the motionless figure of McMurtrie. Savaroff also was still his huge bulk sprawled in fantastic helplessness across the floor. Only von Brünig had moved; he was sitting up on his hands, staring in a half-dazed fashion down the barrel of Latimer's Mauser. It was Latimer himself who renewed the conversation. "Come and fix up these two, Ellis," he said.
It was defective in colouring and outline, and there were lines on the quiet brow and round the patient lips; but the look in the eyes Nellie never forgot that look all her life it seemed as if Miss Latimer's very soul shone through those dark blue orbs, and revealed the pure, spiritual nature of the woman.
Latimer's rickshaw from an early morning service at the little English church on the hill, on the second Sunday after her arrival, a big figure, clad in white linen, rose from a charpoy in Mrs. Latimer's veranda, and stepped down bareheaded to receive her. Hope's face, as she recognized the visitor, flushed so vividly that she was aware of it, and almost feared to meet his eyes.
And they drove away together. "There is a man who seems to have begun to haunt my pathway," Baird said to Tom; "or perhaps it is Latimer's pathway, for it is when Latimer is with me that I meet him. He is small and sharp-featured and unwholesome." "It sounds like Stamps," laughed big Tom. He related the story of Stamps and his herds. The herds had not gained the congressional ear as Mr.
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