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The third man felt the rustle of every dollar he had, drawn out of the bank that morning, and now bulging his waistcoat-pocket in company with a bit of ribbon that had dropped from Norah's hair; but it was easier for him to make money than talk; he was ready to push the last of it over the voting-table for Norah, but he wasn't ready of tongue; he put his big honest hands in his pocket, and lest he should glower too openly at the fluent blade, sent his eyes after Freda Berglund's yellow head and fine shoulders.
"He just grinned, and walked off, remarking that there was no need to push investigations too far. And I fled, and the lobster was tip-top, thank you." "I don't see why you've any cause to grumble at the Doctor," was Norah's comment. "That's you, feminine ignorance," returned Wally. "He made me feel small." "Well, if I get a head mistress as easy-going " said Norah, dolefully.
So Karl and Norah were engaged to be married and were as happy as ever it is possible to be in this world! They did not celebrate the event in the usual ceremonious German fashion; for Norah's friends and relations were in Ireland and she had only a few acquaintances in Germany as yet.
Then, to Norah's shocked eyes, there appeared the squirming, wriggling form of her young son trussed up in a harness that held him about his shoulders and thighs and left his arm and legs free. Norah rushed forward. "Tommy! Jack!" Tommy yelled excitedly. "Oo, mummie, Uncle Jack's learnin' me to swim. Watch. Lemme down, Uncle Jack 'n show Mummie."
In the midst of the blackness I heard a sentence that cleared the fog from my mind, and caused me to raise myself from my pillows. Some one Norah, I think had said that Blackie was conscious, and that he was asking for some of the men at the office, and for me. For me! I rose and dressed, in spite of Norah's protests. I was quite well, I told them. I must see him.
Norah's dark, handsome face brightened into a smile then lightly clouded again with its accustomed quiet reserve. "A very little headache; not half enough to make me regret the concert," she said, and walked away by herself to the window. A winding strip of road was visible, at no great distance, amid the undulations of the open ground; and along this strip the stalwart figure of Mr.
Her least anxiety was for the elder sister. The agony of Norah's grief had forced its way outward to the natural relief of tears. It was not so with Magdalen. Tearless and speechless, she sat in the room where the revelation of her father's death had first reached her; her face, unnaturally petrified by the sterile sorrow of old age a white, changeless blank, fearful to look at.
So they despised Cecil exceedingly, and refrained from shaking up his mattress when they made his bed. "Er you may tell her I want to speak to her." "Can't, I'm afraid," Sarah said. "Miss Norah's very busy, 'elpin' Mrs. Brown. She don't care to be disturbed." "Can't she spare me a moment?" "Wouldn't ask her to." Sarah lifted her tray and her nose and marched out. Cecil looked black. "Gad!
He knew we never told lies, and he believed us, and we told him some other things Mrs. Lister used to do to us in the way of bullying and spite. I don't know that Dad needed them, because Norah's wrist spoke louder than fifty tales, and he didn't need any more evidence, though after all, she might have grabbed the bad wrist by mistake, and she had done far worse things on purpose.
Norah O'Grady, the cheerful cook for the six little Bunkers, saw their mother hurrying out of the house with Rose. "What's the matter, Mrs. Bunker?" asked Norah. "Is there a fire, and are ye goin' for a policeman?" Firemen and policemen, aside from Jerry Simms, were Norah's two chief heroes. "No, there isn't a fire, Norah" answered Mrs. Bunker.
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