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"My house and office require the services of Miss Lynden!" He turned and paced the room rapidly, hands clasped behind his bent back; then, halting: "Do you want to go?" he repeated. The girl coloured. "You are very kind to wish me to remain. . . . But I feel as though Mrs. Paige should not go alone." "Oh, all right," said the doctor gruffly.
Matters were running too swiftly for her; she strove to remain cool, collected, but confusion was steadily threatening her, and neither resentment nor indifference appeared as allies. "Mrs. Paige, can you account for that night? The moment I touched you " She half rose, sank back into her seat, her startled eyes meeting his. "I don't know what you mean." "Yes you know."
"It was clean," repeated Paige. "I understand that it was a double-barreled, muzzle-loading shotgun. Were there any rags about?" "Yes." "Where were they?" "One was in the ashes of the fireplace." "Look as if some one had tried to hide it?" "Yes" reluctantly. "If it was that sort of gun, there must have been a shot-pouch and powder-flask. Where were they?" "In the drawer where Jim keeps them."
I've sent two hundred invalids to the landing, and I wanted you to go with them and when I looked around for you I saw you kiting for the line of battle! That's all wrong, Mrs. Paige! That's all wrong! You look sick anyway. Are you?" "No. I'll go now, if you'll let me, Dr. Connor." "How are you going to get there? I haven't another ambulance to send not a horse or a mule "
In a city where thousands and thousands of women were now organising relief work for the troops already in the field, Ailsa Paige had been among the earliest to respond to the call for a meeting at the Church of the Puritans. Here she had left her name for enrolment with Mrs. Gerard Stuyvesant. Later, with Mrs. Marquand, Mrs. Aspinwall, Mrs. Astor, and Mrs.
A quick outbreak of laughter swept them all except Paige, who flushed furiously over her first school-girl affair. "That poor Jimmy child came to me about it," continued their mother, "and asked me if I would let you be engaiged to him; and I said, 'Certainly, if Paige wants to be, Jimmy. I was engaiged myse'f fo' times befo' I was fo'teen "
Edwards discharged you from his employ last spring?" "Nossing! Nossing! Ah'll be work for heem more good as never was." "If he treated you as unjustly as that," said Paige, with sympathy, "you cannot have a very high opinion of Mr. Edwards." "Ah'll tol' you he was bad mans. He'll discharge me more as seexty mile off. Ah'll have for walk, me.
"He will be glad, I know," she said warmly. "Why do you think so?" "Why? Because I like you!" she explained with a gay little laugh. "And whoever I like Mr. Berkley must like if he and I are to remain good friends." The Colonel's smile was wintry; the sudden animation in his face had subsided. "I should like to know him if he will," he said absently. And took his leave of Ailsa Paige.
Craig and Stephen reading the Sunday newspapers, Paige and Marye whispering together over their oatmeal and cream. She kissed Celia, dropped the old-fashioned, half-forgotten curtsey to the others, and stood hesitating a moment, one hand resting on Celia's shoulder. "Is the fort holding out?" she asked.
"Twenty!" she said still more resignedly "four years younger than you are, Ailsa Paige! Oh dear and here I am, absolutely unmarried. That is not a very maidenly thought, I suppose, is it Ailsa?" "You always were a romantic child," observed Ailsa, digging vigorously in the track of a vanishing May beetle. But when she disinterred him her heart failed her and she let him scramble away. "There!
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