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Unconsciously they had both raised their voices a little during the latter part of their hasty dialogue, and at the instant when Lorimer uttered the last words, a heavy hand was laid on each of their shoulders, a hand that turned them round forcibly away from the window they had been gazing at, and a deep, resonant voice addressed them. "The bonde?
It relieved Lorimer to hear Pringle talk about 'us'. It meant that he was not to be left to bear the assault alone. Which, considering that the whole trouble was, strictly speaking, Pringle's fault, was only just. 'But how am I to explain? I can't reel off a long yarn all about how you did it all, and so on. It would be too low. 'I know, said Pringle, 'I've got it.
Remember ye have asked no pairson at a' to dine with ye as yet, it's a vera sudden an' exceptional freak o' hospitality." Errington smoked on peacefully and made no answer. Duprez hummed a verse of a French chansonnette under his breath and smiled. Lorimer glanced at him with a lazy amusement. "Unburden yourself, Pierre, for heaven's sake!" he said.
He took his secret with him, and the river guards it." "It's an old tale," said Ormond gravely. "The way into this country was opened by the nameless unfortunate. After all, where could a man rest better than among the ranges through which he had found a pathway. Are not these dark pines grander than any monument? Poor Johnston! Lorimer, I wonder, if we knew all, whether we should pity him?"
And, still busy with these reflections, he turned on his arm as he lay, and whispered softly to his friend who was close by him "I say, Lorimer, I feel as if I had been to blame somehow in this affair! If I had never come on the scene, Sigurd would still have been happy in his own way." Lorimer was silent. After a pause, Errington went on still in the same low tone. "Poor little fellow!
Like his beloved Job, whom he knew almost by heart, he had ordered his cause and filled his mouth with arguments, and Mildred Lorimer had come to see something rather splendidly romantic in her daughter's quest for her true love. Stephen, who never appeared at breakfast, was down on time, heavy-eyed and flushed, and Honor saw with a pang, in the stern morning light, that he was middle-aged.
The Reverend Stephen Lorimer turned from his writing-table with a face of dignified severity to receive her, but at sight of her his expression changed somewhat. "Ah, Mrs. Denys! You, is it? Pray come in!" he said urbanely. "Is there any way in which I can be of service to you?" His eyes were dark and very small, so small that they nearly disappeared when he smiled. But for this slight defect, Mr.
On arriving at the door, to his surprise he found Lorimer who was just about to ring the bell. "Why, I thought you were in Paris?" he exclaimed. "I came back last night," George began, when Morris opened the door, and Errington, taking his friend by the arm hurried him into the house.
And a langourous glance, like fire seen through smoke, leaps from beneath her silky eyelashes at Sir Philip but he sees it not he is chatting and laughing gaily with Lorimer and Beau Lovelace. "Indeed, yes!" answers Thelma, in that soft low voice of hers, which had such a thrilling richness within it "and it is for that reason I am very glad to meet you.
That is grief, because, when she has gone, no more elves come down from the sky, for you, at any rate, good things may come for others, but for you the heavens are empty!" Lorimer was silent, looking at the speaker curiously. "How do you get all this nonsense into your head, eh?" he inquired kindly. "I do not know," replied Sigurd with a sigh. "It comes!
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