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"I don't need it, Bud," he said. Then he added as an afterthought: "Thanks." Nan looked up at her father who stood doubtfully by. "Set it down, Daddy. Then get right along an' look out for the doc, an' the wagon. Hustle 'em along." Bud obeyed unquestioningly. He felt that Nan's understanding of the situation was better than any ideas of his.
She strained her eyes in all directions as she ran. There wasn't any one she didn't see any one only Rorke, around the corner there, was bawling out at the top of his voice, and and... She flung herself against Gypsy Nan's door, stumbled in, and, closing it, heard Rorke just swinging around the corner. Had he seen her? She didn't know. She was panting, gasping for her breath.
Perhaps she would have felt rather less self-reproachful if she had known the long hours of persuasion and argument by which Roger had at last prevailed upon his mother to refrain from pouring out the vials of her wrath on Nan's devoted head. Only fear lest she might alienate the girl so completely that Roger would lose the wife he wanted had induced her to yield.
That man has other children, too." "I'm going to have a glass frame made and in it I'm going to arrange photographic reproductions of all the documents in Nan's case," Donald stated. "The history of the case will all be there, then, with the exception, of course, of the name of the man. In deference to Nan's desires I will omit that.
I'm going to have a room at Kingscourt called "Nan's room," and it shall have no other name as long as I am there. Then we shall have a proper house in London by and by; and of course you'll come up for the season, and see all the gaieties.
It's no use thinking you can do all Nan does. None of us can." Gerda gave up. The pace was too hard for her. She couldn't face that highest rock; the one below had made her feel cold and queer and shaky as she stood on it. Besides, why was she trying, for the first time in her life, to go Nan's pace, which had always been, and was now more than ever before, too hot and mettlesome for her?
At dinner she was astonished to find that the house-party had decreased by one. Ralph Fenton was absent. "He left for town this morning, by the early train from St. Wennys Halt," explained Kitty. "He was was called away very suddenly," she added blandly, in answer to Nan's surprised enquiries.
Duke, towering with rage, looked at de Spain and pointed to the hall door. "You hear that! Get out of my house!" he cried, launching a vicious epithet with the words. "This isn't your house," retorted de Spain angrily. "This house is Nan's, not yours. When she orders me out I'll go. Bring her down," he thundered, raising his voice to shut off Duke, who had redoubled his abuse.
She herself, gazing across the dizzy depths, was searching for the danger-point. A third shot followed at a seemingly regular interval the deliberate interval needed by a painstaking marksman working out his range and taking his time to find it. De Spain watched Nan's search anxiously. "We'd better keep moving," he said. "Come! whoever is shooting can follow us a hundred yards either way."
"I have been told that she is a very fine girl," he ventured, as if he were poor Nan's ambassador; and at this Miss Prince's patience gave way. "Yes, I shall ask her to come, but I do not wish anything said about it; it need not be made the talk of the town." She answered her cousin angrily, and then felt as if she had been unjust.
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