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"Ken, dear Ken, dear old Peggie," cried Trace, "you know I've got a skinned place on my hip where I slid yesterday. Steam isn't good for that, Worry says. He'll be sore. You must let me out." "I intend to see, Willie, that you'll be sore too, and skinned all over," replied Ken. "Open this lid! At once!" roared Weir, in sudden anger. His big eyes rolled. "Bah!" taunted Ken.
Peggie impulsively stretched out a hand and Selwood, not trusting himself, affected not to see it. To take Peggie's hand at that moment would have been to let loose a flood of words which he was resolved not to utter just then, if ever. He moved across to the desk and pretended to sort and arrange some loose papers.
He may have gone there." Peggie, who had dropped into the chair at Herapath's desk, immediately jumped up. "Of course we must do that at once!" she exclaimed. "Come to the telephone, Mr. Selwood we may hear something." She and Selwood left the room together. When they had gone, Mr. Tertius once more bent over the supper tray.
She gave a caressing touch to the head of the sleeping child, and turned to M'Iver, who lay on his side with his head propped on an elbow, looking out on the hill-face. "Do you know the bairn?" she asked. "No," he said, with a careless look where it lay as peaceful as in a cradle rocked by a mother's foot. "It's the oe of Peggie Mhor," she said.
"It's most annoying, and we can't " Barthorpe came striding in, paused as he glanced around, and affected surprise. "Oh!" he said. "I came to see you, Peggie I did not know that there was any meeting in progress." "Barthorpe!" said Peggie, looking earnestly at him. "You know that all these gentlemen were Uncle Jacob's friends dear friends and they are mine. Don't go away Mr.
Selwood, in spite of himself, could not keep a hot flush from mounting to his cheek. "And you?" he said. "I said no, of course, and he took my answer and went quietly away," replied Peggie. "And that that's why I'm frightened of him." "Good heavens! Why?" demanded Selwood. "I don't understand. Frightened of him because he took his answer, went away quietly, and hasn't annoyed you since?
Margaret MacLean kissed her on both cheeks; the Susan-kind hunger for affection, but the world rarely finds it out and therefore gives sparingly. "Guess yer couldn't guess what I dreamt last night, Miss Peggie?" "About the aunt?" This was a mythical relation of Susan's who lived somewhere and who was supposed to turn up some day and claim Susan with open arms.
He himself was keenly alert to whatever might be going to happen. It seemed to him, from the chauffeur's action, that they were to be invited, or Peggie was to be invited, to enter the car. Very good but he was going to know who was in that car before any communications of any sort were entered upon.
"Yes," murmured Peggie, and once more held out an impulsive hand. But Selwood again pretended to see nothing, and he began another energetic assault upon the papers which Jacob Herapath would never handle again. Once within a taxi-cab and on their way to Maida Vale, Mr. Halfpenny turned to his companion with a shake of the head which implied a much mixed state of feeling. "Tertius!" he exclaimed.
"Fifteen years! yes. Yes Jacob and I were good friends." As he spoke the last word a tear trickled from beneath Mr. Tertius's spectacles and ran down into his beard, and Peggie, catching sight of it, impulsively jumped from her seat and kissed him affectionately. "Never mind, Mr. Tertius!" she said, patting his shoulders. "You and I are friends, too, anyway.
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