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De Peyster's inventory, a horror out-climaxing any in Olivetta's tragic list, burst suddenly upon Mrs. De Peyster. Her face went pale, fell loose. "Mrs. Allistair!" she barely articulated. "Mrs. Allistair?" Olivetta repeated blankly. "Don't you see if I stay at home don't sail Mrs. Allistair will use it as capital against me and she'll ride over me to " "Caroline!" gasped the appalled Olivetta.
"I would be only too delighted to own her as such," said Mr. Pyecroft. "But I am not married and I am obviously too young. However," moving closer to Mrs. De Peyster, "our sister Angelica is married, and I am sure it will be a great pleasure to her to claim Mrs. De Peyster as her daughter. Angelica, my dear, of course you'll do it?" Mrs. De Peyster sat rigid, voiceless.
"Mother, with your love for old lace, you certainly would like the openwork effect of my skin. But the patient will recover." "I trust this experience has been a lesson to you!" said Mrs. De Peyster with returned severity. "Oh, it has a big lesson!" Jack heartily agreed. "Then I trust you will do nothing of the kind again." "I trust I won't have to!"
"And you, Angelica; I'm your brother, am I not?" "Yes," breathed Mrs. De Peyster from beneath the bedclothes. Mr. Pyecroft turned in polite triumph to the lieutenant. "There, now, you see." "But, I don't see," returned that officer. "I know you're Thomas Preston. Jim, just slip the nippers on him. And there's something queer about these women.
De Peyster, the study door had slowly opened and there had appeared the reconnoitering face of the entrapped Mr. Bradford. Though their attention had apparently been too centered on each other for them to be observant of what happened beyond their very contracted horizon, that had seemed to him no promising moment to try for an escape.
"What time does the Plutonia sail?" inquired Olivetta, with the haste of one who is trying to get off of very thin ice. "At one to-night. Matilda will get me a bit of dinner and I shall go aboard right after it." "How many times does this make that you've been over?" "I do not know," Mrs. De Peyster answered carelessly. "Thirty or forty, I dare say."
De Peyster hazily saw perhaps a dozen people; from among whom a bare arm, slipping from the sleeve of a pink silk wrapper, languidly waved toward a small table. Into the two chairs Mrs. Gilbert indicated the twain sank. A colored maid who had omitted her collar dropped before Mrs.
Pyecroft's usual perfect composure was gone. His face was gleamingly alert; sharp as a razor's edge. "God knows how they've done it," he snapped out. "But it means they've tracked me here!" "As as Thomas Preston?" "As Thomas Preston." "And if they take you they they may find me, and " "Nothing more likely," grimly responded Mr. Pyecroft. "Then escape!" Mrs. De Peyster cried with frantic energy.
For a moment Mrs. De Peyster's horror was inarticulate. Then it began to regain its power of speech. "What you throw away Ethel Quintard for a little pianist! You compare a girl like like that to Ethel Quintard!" "Compare them? Not for one little minute, mother, dear! For Mary has brains and " "Stop!" exploded Mrs. De Peyster, in majestic rage.
We are fighting for the land on which we stand, and you are fighting for an alien ruler, thousands of miles away. No matter how many defeats we may suffer, we shall win in the end." De Peyster frowned. "You do not know the strength of Britain," he said, "nor do you know the power of the warriors. You say that you were at Wyoming. Well, you have seen what we could do."
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