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Tucker's low-breathed "I must" was just audible. The widow renewed her expostulations. "Perhaps he has got a train to catch," said the thoughtful Mr. Clark. "No, sir," said Mr. Tucker. "As a matter of fact, I had taken a room at the George Hotel for a week, but I suppose I had better get back home again." "No; why should you?" said Mrs. Bowman, with a rebellious glance at Mr. Clark.
The wide, white bed, the silent, motionless, bandage-swathed figure upon it, the slender, dark-robed, kneeling girl only that, and the echo of her low-breathed sob of love and gratitude.
Tucker's low-breathed "I must" was just audible. The widow renewed her expostulations. "Perhaps he has got a train to catch," said the thoughtful Mr. Clark. "No, sir," said Mr. Tucker. "As a matter of fact, I had taken a room at the George Hotel for a week, but I suppose I had better get back home again." "No; why should you?" said Mrs. Bowman, with a rebellious glance at Mr. Clark.
It was Mikky who noticed him first: Mikky, who circling around him innocently had heard his imprecations against the rich, who caught the low-breathed oath as the baby appeared, and saw the ugly look on the man's face.
"She is no witch, dear sister, be assured of that!" said Richard. "Oh, no no no! I am quite sure she is not," cried Dorothy, kissing her affectionately. This change had been wrought by the low-breathed spells of Mistress Nutter. "The access is over," she mentally ejaculated; "but I must get him away before the fit returns."
The organ had been silent for some time, but it now recommenced its low-breathed music. Then the choir came slowly up the aisle singing lustily a Christmas hymn. The vicar, severe and ascetic, followed, his eyes bent on the ground. When the service commenced Giles tried to pay attention, but found it almost impossible to prevent his thoughts wandering towards the two women.
A curious, muffled, metallic thump, mingled with a quick, low-breathed, triumphant oath, came suddenly from the inner room and then Laroque's voice, eager, the words clipped off as though in feverish elation: "There she is! One nice little job eh? Well, come on shoot your light into her, and let's take a look at the Christmas tree!" The flashlight's ray flooded the interior of the open safe.
"Puppy"; "coxcomb"; "Jackanape"; "swell"; "Viscount, indeed! more probably some foreign blackleg or barber"; "It is perfectly ridiculous the manner in which American girls throw themselves under the feet of these titled foreign paupers," were some of the low-breathed blessings bestowed upon young Lord Vincent.
Suddenly the square of yellow light that fell through the door was obscured by a dark figure. A girl had come out of the dressing-room and was standing on the porch not more than ten feet away. Jim heard a low-breathed "doggone" and then she turned and saw him. It was Nancy Lamar. Jim rose to his feet. "Howdy?" "Hello " she paused, hesitated and then approached. "Oh, it's Jim Powell."
She turned aside, but not so quickly that he did not catch the sudden light in her eyes, the same involuntary gleam of joy which had greeted his coming a few minutes before. The sight of that tell-tale signal made his heart leap, but Cornelia shook her head, and her voice broke in a low-breathed "Ho! It would be a mistake. Wait here. Wait quietly!
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