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Nick's cheeks flushed hotly, and his eyes fell; for they all stared curiously, first at him, and then at Carew standing up behind him, and several grinned mockingly and winked in a knowing way. He stole a look at Carew; but the master-player's face was frank and quite unmoved, so that Nick felt reassured.
Road is fine well-beaten yesterday by marketing convoys and by Russians bound for church to celebrate Saint Nick's Day. Between the pines our road winds. Not a breath of air has stirred since the fine snow came in the night and "ridged each twig inch deep with pearl." What a sight it would have been if the sun had come up. Wisconsin, we think of you as we traverse these bluffs.
I have implicit confidence in Nick's good judgment," I continued, a trifle austerely. To tell the truth, I had been wondering myself where all the money had gone to.
He gripped Nick's shoulder as they rode, and glared into his eyes as if to sear them with his own. Nick heard his poniard grating in its sheath, and shut his eyes so that he might not see the master-player's horrid stare; for the opening and shutting, opening and shutting, of the blue lids made him shudder.
All of which danced before Nick's intellectual vision for a space briefer than my too numerous words. "I pitched into your treasures I rummaged among your canvases," Peter said. "Biddy had nothing whatever to do with it she maintained an attitude of irreproachable reserve. It has been on my conscience all these days and I ought to have done penance before.
It was a part of her unexpectedness that she took the heavy literal view of Nick's behaviour; declared frankly, though without ill nature, that she had no patience with his mistake. She was horribly disappointed she had set her heart on his being a great statesman, one of the rulers of the people and the glories of England. What was so useful, what was so noble? how it belittled everything else!
That form of amusement doesn't attract me." A sudden humorous glitter shone between Nick's half-closed eyelids. "But even serious people burn their fingers sometimes," he observed. "I presume you haven't proposed yet?" "Yes, I have." Max spoke with dogged assertiveness. Nick jerked upright. "The deuce you have!" "You needn't excite yourself," Max assured him grimly.
"When did you say you were starting for the East?" "Three weeks next Friday," said Nick. Max grunted, and the silence was renewed. It was Nick's voice, cracked and careless, that next broke the spell. He seemed to speak on the edge of a laugh. "It's just six years ago since the woman I wanted went to India. Curious, isn't it?" "What's curious?" said Max.
I dunno how he does it." "That hunch of yours," said the girl fiercely, "ought to be roped and branded lie! Lester, don't look at me like that. And if you think Nick has lost his grip on things you're dead wrong. Step light, Lester and the rest of you. Or Nick may hear you walk and think." She flung out of the room and raced up the stairs to Lord Nick's room.
These young men were not on a ceremonious footing and it was not in Nick's nature to keep a record of civilities rendered or omitted; nevertheless he had been vaguely conscious that during a stay in London elastic enough on Peter's part he and his kinsman had foregathered less than of yore.
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