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"Don't you care to hear about my love affairs?" "You are perfectly ridiculous!" "All right for you, auntie. I shan't listen when you want to tell me about yours. Gee, Uncle Jack listens, you bet. I wish he was here this minute. Say, is he ever going to get married?" There was no answer. He peered over the top of the pillow. There were tears in his Aunt Loraine's eyes.
A knock on the door interrupted her reverie and with a smothered exclamation of annoyance she glanced at the clock and rose. "May I come in a moment?" Her husband's voice was a shade thicker than usual and his face still wore the somber expression which seemed so out of place there. "It's almost two o'clock, Len." There was an uninviting coolness in the quality of Loraine's tone almost a protest.
Vos Engo stared at him for a moment and then turned away, ignoring the friendly hand. A hot flush mounted to Loraine's brow. "This is a brave man, too, Eric," she said very quietly. Vos Engo's response was a short, bitter laugh.
And she turned to find herself facing Loraine Marsh a Granville school chum and Loraine's mother. Back of them, with wide and startled eyes, loomed Jack Barrow. He pressed forward while the two women overwhelmed Hazel with a flood of exclamations and questions, and extended his hand. Hazel accepted the overture. She had long since gotten over her resentment against him.
The wound is not so serious as it might have been, but he should be in bed. He, like most of us, has not removed his clothing in five days and nights." King never forgot the look in Loraine's eyes as she came down the steps. Joy and anguish seemed to combine themselves in that long, intense look. He saw her hand go to her heart. Her lips were parted. He knew she was breathing quickly, tremulously.
T.O., her knee in a chair, had hitched laboriously from little kitchen to little dining-room and got supper. Spent and triumphant, she waited in the doorway. She could hear their voices coming up the road Billy's excited voice, Laura Ann's gay one, Loraine's calm and sweet. She longed to run out to meet them. Next best, she sent her own voice, in a clear, long call.
The day following the ceremony of the Duke of Loraine's marriage was performed; and there the Princess of Cleves observed so inimitable a grace, and so fine a mien in the Duke of Nemours, that she was yet more surprised.
The passage was accomplished with difficulty, and with the loss of Loraine's gun, which slipped off into the deepest water. They lamented this serious loss, but Loraine having supplied himself with a pointed stick, they set off, endeavouring to keep up each other's spirits as they marched on.
This account naturally increased Loraine's desire to see the original of the beautiful picture; but a sense of delicacy prevented him further questioning his young companion about her, being well assured that he would before long tell him all he knew. Hector, indeed, talked away for the whole party, for Greensnake never uttered a word except from absolute necessity, and then it was in Cree.
They hurried forward to quench their thirst, and then sat down to consider how it was to be crossed. They could both swim, but their packs and Loraine's gun, as well as their clothes, had to be floated across.
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