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Phyllis did not show as much concern as she might have, for it was a well-known fact that Muriel cried very easily. At Phyllis's question, she buried her head in her arms and started to sob. "Something terrible has happened," she managed to say. "I'm so nervous I simply can't stop crying. I've been interviewed by policemen and detectives all morning and I am frightened to death."
"Oh, do your wifely duty, whatever it is," he said.... "It was a mistake, the whole thing. You've done more than your duty, child, but oh, you'd better go away." Phyllis's heart turned over. Was it as bad as this? Was he as sick of her as this? "You mean you think," she faltered, "it was a mistake our marriage?" "Yes," he said restlessly. "Yes.... It wasn't fair."
Phyllis's lips parted, but no words would come. She was full of sorrow for the noble, suffering, humble heart. She longed to say a kind word, and yet felt that it would be unkind; and she stood still watching him as he went farther and farther away. At a bend in the road he turned and saw her standing. The level rays of the sun set her in a clear amber light.
Her advice to love Janet was sound, but in her own heart she knew that Phyllis's doubts were not without foundation. It had been just a little over a month ago that news had come from Tom, Phyllis's older brother, that Mrs. Many years before Mrs.
He lifted his cap as they reached the steps of the house and turned to go. "Tell Janet I'm sorry she is sick," he called back, and Phyllis nodded as Annie opened the door. She found Janet up and dressed, but playing the invalid up in the snuggery. "Any news?" she called, as she heard Phyllis's step on the stairs. "Not yet, and the week's almost up," Phyllis replied sadly.
She went monotonously on, closing her own eyes just for a minute, as she finished her story. "I've overslept the alarm!" was Phyllis's first thought next morning when she woke. "It must be " Where was she?
It may have seemed only comforting and natural to him, that swift childish kiss, and Phyllis's honey-colored, violet-scented hair brushing his face. Men take a great deal without question as their rightful due.
Thus, if Ada had done any mischief, she would indeed confess it on being examined; but when asked why she had not told of it directly, would say she had forgotten; she would avail herself of Phyllis's assistance in her lessons without acknowledging it, and Lilias found it was by no means safe to leave the Key to the French Exercises alone in the room with her.
Phyllis's eyes grew wide and she seized Leslie's arm in so muscular a grip that Leslie winced. "No, it didn't, you little pocket-edition Sherlock Holmes! But I see what you're driving at. To know about that side door, one must have been pretty well acquainted with that bungalow lived in it for a while! Aha! No wonder you're curious about the last occupant.
They gazed after him a moment and were about to turn back toward their own part of the beach, when Leslie suddenly seized Phyllis's arm in a vice-like grip. "Phyllis, Phyllis, don't think me crazy! Something has just come to me. The way that man threw the board just now and dusted off his hands and then walked away was just exactly like the man with the limp that morning at dawn!
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