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Then, though he remained conscious, everything suddenly turned black. Bewildered as he was, several seconds passed before he realized that the massive door had been closed that he and the girl were prisoners. Orme's hand still held her skirt. "Girl!" he whispered. "Yes. Are you hurt?" Her voice came to him softly with all its solicitude and sympathy.
He told her as he kissed her that he believed her but it was not true. He did not believe her because he could not. Then they parted. She went back to Orme's house, and he went his way along the shore of the frith. Gudrid did not see Einar again. Kettle, the reeve of Bathbrink, came down to fetch her away, and by now she was behind him on his pad, while Einar was far into the fells.
I translated the middle part of Orme's remarks, but neither the commencement nor the end, but even these amused her very much, for she burst out laughing, and said, pointing to Harmac, over which still hung a cloud of dust: "Yes, yes, Joshua, my uncle, the walls of Jericho are down, and the question is, will you not take your opportunity?
When he burst through the last of them, he saw the Reverend Orme's tall figure, motionless now, standing at the soiled, small-paned window of Manoel's house. As he stared, the tall figure crouched and stole out of sight, around the corner toward the door. Lewis rushed to the window and looked in.
He said all this in the most casual tone, retaining his hold on Orme's elbow as though his attitude were familiar and friendly. Perhaps he was thus detailing his own adventures merely to gain time; or perhaps he was endeavoring to puzzle Orme. But Orme was simply annoyed. He knew how dangerous Alcatrante could be. "I am tired of being followed, Senhor," he said disgustedly, freeing his elbow.
But by degrees it had altogether assumed feminine attributes; had been furnished with soft chairs, a sofa, and a lady's table; and though called by the name of Mrs. Orme's dressing-room, was in fact a separate sitting-room devoted to her exclusive use. Sir Peregrine would not for worlds have entered it without sending up his name beforehand, and this he did on only very rare occasions.
Heron seemed to prick up his ears with an amount of worldly interest which scarcely harmonised with his saintly character. "What company is that?" he asked Joseph. "The company started to work Sir Stephen Orme's," replied Joseph, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets, and stretching out his legs still farther so that he could admire his large, patent-leather clad feet.
Drysdale thought we needed another change of air, and so we came south this time. . . . The sun sinks just beside Great Orme's Head, after turning the sea into living gold, and the heights into heaps of amethyst. On the right is only sea, sea, sea. . . . I intended to go to the Queen's Hotel, and knew nothing about the manner of living in the lodging fashion.
"'Name? says he, smiling again, 'Maybe it'll be familiar t' you. That is, it will if my wife is usin' it. Orme's my name Peter Orme. Know a lady of that name? Good. "I hadn't said I did, but those eyes of his had seen the look on my face. "'Friends in New York told me she was here, he says. 'Where is she now? Got her address? he says. "'She expectin' you? I asked.
As we entered one of the gates, after making the entire circuit, we saw an omnibus coming down the street towards us, with its horn sounding. Llandudno was its place of destination; and, knowing no more about it than that it was four miles off, we took our seats. Llandudno is a watering-village at the base of the Great Orme's Head, at the mouth of the Conway River.
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