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That person below could certainly play the piano brilliantly, feelingly, with the touch and insight of an artist. Mrs. De Peyster's soul rose and fell with the soul of the song, and when the piano, after its uprushing, almost human closing cry, fell sharply into silence, she was for the moment that piano's vassal. Then she remembered who was the player.
De Peyster's amazed vision suggested an upended coffin, contrived for the comfort of some deceased with remarkable width of shoulder. "Matilda!" she shiveringingly ejaculated. "I didn't know there was anything like it in the world!" "I know, ma'am, that it's not fit for you," grieved Matilda. "But it's better than nothing." "And that thing there!" pointing a shaking finger at the abnormal coffin.
A grenadier-lackey, who seemed bulk and brass buttons and braid of gold, handed them out with august white gloves. "Pay the fare, Matilda," ordered Mrs. De Peyster. Mrs. De Peyster's bills, when she had a servant with her, were always paid by the attendant.
Timmendiquas would surely start very soon he believed the words of Holderness and perhaps not a single settlement would escape him. It was a most terrible fate to be laid by the heels at such a time. Before, he had always had the power to struggle. Two more weeks passed and de Peyster's conduct in regard to Henry was regulated again by fits and starts.
De Peyster's second maid. "Say, that was certainly one close shave," Mr. Pyecroft whispered at the door of her room. "Perhaps we'd better beat it from here. If that Judge ever places me! And you, if those people ever get a fair look at your face, they'll see your likeness to Mrs. De Peyster and they'll guess what our game is sure! You'll promise to be careful?" Mrs. De Peyster promised.
And ask when Judge Harvey will be here." Miss Gardner crossed to Mrs. De Peyster's desk and took up the telephone. "Why, Cousin Caroline, has Jack " "One moment, Olivetta," motioning toward the telephone, "until Miss Gardner is through." They sat silent until the receiver was hung up. Mrs. De Peyster strove to keep anxiety from her voice. "Well, Miss Gardner, any trace of my son yet?"
De Peyster's arm with the appearance of affection, and then closing on it warningly. Mrs. De Peyster nodded her head. "Matilda," turning to her, in frank fraternal fashion, "you might tell these officers that I am not only your brother, but in fact the only brother you have. That is true, isn't it, sister?" "Yes," gulped Matilda.
He heard the noise of many voices outside, but those to whom the voices belonged did not come within the range of his window, and he waited, alive with curiosity. He did not hear until nearly night, when Holderness came in with the soldier who brought him his supper. Holderness seemed somewhat chagrined at the discomfiture of de Peyster's party, and he sat a little while in silence.
"Oh, there you are, Matilda," softly called a voice, and the vague figure came toward her. Mrs. De Peyster's terror took suddenly a new turn. For the voice was not the voice of her coachman. "J-a-c-k!" she breathed wildly. Jack threw an arm about Mrs. De Peyster's shoulders. "Ho, ho, that's the time I caught you, Matilda," said he, in teasing reproof.
And to make certain that you don't get the money elsewhere, I'll just take along this vault of the First National Bank as security" with which he slipped Mrs. De Peyster's pearl pendant into his pocket. "Now, think the matter over, girls. I'll be back in half an hour. So-long for the present." The door closed behind him. Mrs. De Peyster gazed wildly after him.
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