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Those eyes which looked into his not large, light, steely grey in colour spoke of domination of power; they seemed hard and glittering. A second later he gave a nod to the officers on guard, whereupon they silently backed out of the apartment, leaving Bob alone with the grave, solitary figure at the desk. "Your name is Robert Nancarrow?"
Neither Lydia nor Gilbert could bear to do that, even after they felt assured that the child was somewhere wandering alone. Totty Nancarrow was an active ally in the search, though Lydia did not know it. Totty, as soon as that unfortunate game of cross-purposes with Luke Ackroyd had come to an end, experienced a revival of all her kindness for Thyrza.
At the entrance to the factory she met Totty Nancarrow. They just gave each other a good-morning. Totty seemed dull. She did not run up the stairs as usual, but walked with a tired step. Lydia, following her, broke her habit, and spoke. 'Thyrza isn't at all well. 'Isn't she? said the other, without turning her head, and in a tone of little interest.
As a consequence, although the bogey was five, Bob did it in four and won the hole. "You played that well, Nancarrow," said Trevanion. "The wind helped me," replied Bob. The next hole was also a five bogey; but again Bob, who reached the green in two, got out in four, while Trevanion took five. He had reduced the difference between them to three. The ninth hole was halved.
The two were friends; Grail might well have shrunk from entering into rivalry with the younger man. She felt a convincing clearness in this. Then it was true that Ackroyd had begun to show an interest in Totty Nancarrow; it was true, she added bitterly, connecting it closely with the other fact, that he haunted public-houses.
Companies of girls, neatly dressed and as far from depravity as possible, called for their glasses of small beer, and came forth again with merriment in treble key. When the sisters had done their business at the boot-maker's, and were considering what their purchase should be for Sunday's dinner, Thyrza caught sight of Totty Nancarrow entering a shop.
"Now, Nancarrow," said the doctor, "you have talked enough. You're getting excited as it is, and we want you back at the front." "I will say this," said the American, holding out his hand to Bob, "you have given me something to think about, and I will tell the Americans what you have said." "Nancarrow, it's a nice day; it might be summer. I want you to get out." It was the doctor who spoke.
Totty, who had taken the edge of a chair, moved her feet impatiently. 'Well, Miss Totty Nancarrow, resumed her visitor, using his umbrella to prop his chin, and rolling out his words with evident enjoyment of his task, 'I have the unpleasant duty of informing you that your late uncle is dead. The phrase might have excited a smile. Totty kept an even countenance and said she was sorry to hear it.
Even when she had given him the white feather, his manhood had not been aroused. He had stood like a sulky school-boy, ashamed of his cowardice, but still a coward. Yes, all was over between herself and Bob Nancarrow. How could it be otherwise? She had given him every chance to explain himself, and she had listened to his reasons for holding back. And such reasons!
"Talk about miracles," said Colonel Sapsworth; "but you're about the biggest miracle of this war. Nancarrow, we had all mourned for you as dead, although your name was sent to England as missing. I never knew the General so cut up as when he was told what had taken place; he seemed to think it mean of Providence to allow you to be taken when you had acted in the way you did.
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