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"You are an excellent girl!" he said, in a particular tone, and gave her his hand in farewell. There was a great chain of rooms in Mrs. Light's apartment, the pride and joy of the hostess on festal evenings, through which the departing visitor passed before reaching the door. In one of the first of these Rowland found himself waylaid and arrested by the distracted lady herself.
I don't owe it to a shop at all. It's it's a bridge debt!" The confession came out rather hurriedly. Sara's face grew grave. "But, Molly, you little fool, you've no business to be playing bridge. Where have you been playing?" "Oh, we play sometimes at the studios when the light's too bad to go on painting, you know" airily. "You mean," said Sara, "the artists' club people play?" "Yes."
"Then why, in the name of common sense, Mr Leigh, didn't you fire before it went out?" "Didn't get no orders," growled Billy Waters. "Silence, sir; how dare you speak!" cried the lieutenant. "But are you sure the light's out, Mr Leigh?" "There isn't a sign of it, sir." "Then then how are we to manage about the boats?"
He was running almost straight for your war-ship. But you started off on a course that took you far out of his way, started off on a light's chase or rather a star's chase. He is a very pious man, that Goanese skipper; he was here for two Masses this morning. He has a great devotion to Our Lady, as I believe, and he knows how to pray.
It can't withstand the purity and insistence of its clear steady shining. And the darkness will go: slowly, reluctantly, angrily, doggedly, making hideous growling noises sometimes, raising the dust sometimes, but it will go. It must go before the Light. The Light's resistless.
Clutching the bed-rail, Winifred reached up and turned the switch of the light hanging above her dressing-table. He appeared just on the rim of the light's circumference, emblazoned from the absence of his watch-chain down to boots neat and sooty brown, but yes! split at the toecap. His chest and face were shadowy. Surely he was thin or was it a trick of the light?
Donna moaned in her wretchedness; she placed her arm on the cash register and bowed her head on it, while the other little trembling hand stole across the counter, seeking for his and the comfort which the strong seem able to impart ito the weak by the mere sense of touch. "Oh, Harley, Harley" she whispered brokenly, "the light's gone out of the world and I can't cry. I I I can't.
This shrewd woman gave Rowland a significant nod, and a little shrug, over the young girl's beautiful bowed head, and then led Christina tenderly away into the adjoining room. Rowland, left alone, stood there for an instant, intolerably puzzled, face to face with Miss Light's poodle, who had set up a sharp, unearthly cry of sympathy with his mistress.
With clumsy hands he struck a match and lit the lamp. "Light's a great thing drives away foolishness nightmares and fancies of all sorts." Without looking at her he seized the electric torch and muttered: "I'll take a look around, just to see that things are snug. Back presently."
"The gospodarz had better come to my kitchen some evening, when the light's out, and see it for himself, and then he'll say, 'Ugh! They fly at your head, and into your face, and against your nose, eyes, and ears. They crawl about everywhere ugh!" She threw her apron over her head and gave a loud shriek. "Psia krew, what a noise!
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