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I won't have the face to edit stuff like this much longer." Lorrimer did not realize in his amazement that Dickie's mind had always busied itself with this exciting and nerve-racking matter of choosing words. From his childhood, in the face of ridicule and outrage, he had fumbled with the tools of Lorrimer's trade.
Betty had sent Hansen, dressed manifestly for the festival, to gloat over Vic in Lorrimer's place. He was at it already. "All turned out for the dance, Blondy, eh? Takin' a girl?" "Betty Neal," answered Blondy. "The hell you are!" inquired Lorrimer, mildly astonished. "I thought why, Vic's back in town, don't you know that?" "He ain't got a mortgage on what she does."
Everything that had occurred during the afternoon in relation to Dick, the telegram sent to Eton, Doris Lorrimer's meeting him in place of Sir Roland's butler, had been accounted for simply and quite rationally. And yet I felt firmly convinced the statements must in the main be a series of monstrous untruths, a belief in which Preston, with all his experience, concurred.
"I like it better; and I have a nice bit that has done service in this way before." From Lorrimer's brow exuded a deadly sudor. His heart ceased to palpitate. His muscles became rigid; his eyes fixed. His terror was almost too great for him to bear. With difficulty he controlled himself, and listened again. "Can it be done here?" asked the strange voice; "will not the features be recognized?"
"I've been naughty, father; I I'm sorry." "Well, you can't be more than sorry, can you, Nonie? Don't bother about anything now, but just tell me where you are hurt." "Oh, it's my back. Oh, don't touch me; it's dreadful!" Squire Lorrimer's face looked very grave. "Where did she fall from, Kitty?" he asked. Kitty pointed to the gash made in the beech-tree by the broken bough.
Their estates joined; they had been good friends from boyhood upward; they had been lads at the same school, and afterwards men of the same college. His children and Squire Lorrimer's children loved each other dearly. He had noticed of late how often Hester's eyes had been red as if with tears.
It was hateful to let him pay for her lunch, but she could not help it. She was seized with one of those fits of shyness which made it just a degree less painful to allow it than to make the effort to prevent it. They returned to Lorrimer's room and pored together over a catalogue, looking up the books she wanted.
They were both considered brilliant in conversation, but somehow on these occasions neither of them shone. I suppose when two such bright and shining lights come together they put each other out. Then it was time for Ideala to go. A bitter wind met them in the face on their way to the station, and before they had gone far Ideala noticed that Lorrimer's mood had changed again.
It seems she had at first believed that Lorrimer's absence was an intentional slight, and the humiliation, coming as it did upon the long train of troubles which had weakened her already both in body and mind, nearly killed her. She had been lying for weeks between life and death, and we had known nothing of it. But as her strength returned she began to think she had been unjust to Lorrimer.
"You mean," said Dickie, "tell you what I think this looks like?" "That's what I mean, do." Dickie smiled a queer sort of smile. He had found a listener at last. A moment later Lorrimer's pencil was in rapid motion. And the reporter's eyes shot little stabbing looks at Dickie's unselfconscious face.
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