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"No dead men's clo'es for me," said Moses Pyne, with a shrug of disgust.
She could behave with more or less propriety during the stately first visit, and even contrive to lighten it with modest mirth, and to extort the confession that the guest had a tenor voice, though sadly out of practice; but when the minister departed a little flattered, and hoping that he had not expressed himself too strongly for a pastor upon the poems of Emerson, and feeling the unusual stir of gallantry in his proper heart, it was Helena who caught the honored hat of the late Judge Pyne from its last resting-place in the hall, and holding it securely in both hands, mimicked the minister's self-conscious entrance.
She had never really suspected before that Miss Pyne knew nothing of the love that had been in her heart all these years; it was half a pain and half a golden joy to keep such a secret; she could hardly bear this moment of surprise. Presently the news gave wings to her willing feet.
Moses Pyne being, like his great namesake, a meek man, sympathised with the others, but said nothing about himself, though his looks betrayed him. Armstrong and Stevenson were silent. They seemed too much exhausted to indulge in speech. "Poor fellow!" said Moses to Molloy, "I don't wonder you are tired, for you not only carried twice as much as any of us, but you took part of my load.
Nevertheless, the flower-like face peeping out from the folds of a gauzy scarf, like a rose from a mist, whilst her soft little chin nestled into the fur, might have explained even in the case of an older man the infatuation which Quentin Gray was at no pains to hide. She glanced up at her companion, Sir Lucien Pyne, a swarthy, cynical type of aristocrat, imperturbably.
"Ah, Chief Inspector Kerry?" he said, with vague surprise. "Yes. I told you to come. Really, I ought to have been at home hours ago. It's most unfortunate. I have to do the work of three men. This is your department, is it not, Chief Inspector?" He handed Kerry a slip of paper, at which the Chief Inspector stared fiercely. "Murder!" rapped Kerry. "Sir Lucien Pyne. Yes, sir, I am still on duty."
As I do not believe there was any change, so I do not believe there is any anachronism involved. "The Debate between the Heralds of France and England," translated and admirably edited by Mr. Henry Pyne. For the attribution of this tract to Charles, the reader is referred to Mr. Pyne's conclusive argument. Des Ursins. Michelet, iv. App. 179, p. 337. Champollion-Figeac, pp. 279-82.
He glanced at Seton in the appealing way which sometimes made him appear so boyish. "Er from Pyne," he replied. "I must tell you, Margaret " "Sir Lucien Pyne?" she interrupted. "Yes." "Not from Rita Irvin?" Quentin Gray started upright in his chair. "No! But why do you mention her?" Margaret bit her lip in sudden perplexity. "Oh, I don't know." She glanced apologetically toward Seton.
A chandu party took place at the American's flat in Duke Street, and Rita, who had been invited, and who had consented to go with Sir Lucien Pyne, met there for the first time the woman variously known as "Lola" and "Mrs. Sin." From the restaurant at which she had had supper with Sir Lucien, Rita proceeded to Duke Street.
They drove in the first place for a good distance through her own home grounds, coming out to the public road by the church where Mr. Pyne preached, and near which the wintergreens grew. It looked beautiful this morning, with its ivy all washed and fresh from the rain. Indeed all nature was in a sort of glittering condition.
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