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The gangway still inclined downward towards black vastnesses, towards shadows and mysteries and inconceivable things, into which Redwood went slowly with reluctant footsteps and Cossar with a confident stride.... Redwood's thoughts were busy. The two men passed into the completest darkness, and Cossar took his companion's wrist. They went now slowly perforce. Redwood was moved to speak.
He passed with Cossar down a long slanting tunnel that was lit red for a moment and then became dark again, and came out presently into the great pit of shelter the Giants had made. Redwood's first impression was of an enormous arena bounded by very high cliffs and with its floor greatly encumbered.
"Where?" interjected Redwood, stooping to argue. Caterham snatched at that concession. He turned his face to Redwood's, and his voice fell to a persuasive reasonableness. That could be determined. That, he contended, was a quite subsidiary question.
And it was agreed that he should conduct the experiments and not Redwood, because Redwood's laboratory was occupied with the ballistic apparatus and animals necessary for an investigation into the Diurnal Variation in the Butting Frequency of the Young Bull Calf, an investigation that was yielding curves of an abnormal and very perplexing sort, and the presence of glass globes of tadpoles was extremely undesirable while this particular research was in progress.
They had not time to exchange question and answer scarce time even to shape them in their thoughts when they saw the red satyr turn to the tree behind which they were standing, and come directly toward them. "We are lost!" were the words that rushed from Henry Redwood's lips. They came involuntarily; for, as soon as said, he regretted them, seeing how much they added to the alarm of his sister.
He had been starved of the things which were a boy's natural right and heritage, and he ate and drank eagerly of the masculine fare I provided. He had shed a few tears at Miss Redwood's departure and I liked him for them, for they showed his loyalty, but he had no more games of the nursery nor the mawkish sentimentality that I found upon the nursery shelves. I had other plans for Jerry.
You wouldn't think it to look at me I'm a great reader." "Is it a long journey to Sir Jervis Redwood's house?" Emily asked, at a loss what else to say to a woman who was already becoming unendurable to her. Mrs. Rook looked at the journey from an oppressively cheerful point of view. "Oh, Miss Emily, you shan't feel the time hang heavy in my company.
"There," he said, and his big gloved finger pointed, a black misshapen thing before Redwood's eyes. Far away as it seemed, the great embankment, crested by the blaze from which the searchlights sprang, rose up against the sky. Those beams went and came among the clouds and the hilly land about them as if they traced mysterious incantations.
His conductor took him down the steps to where a motor car was waiting with blazing lights the only lights to be seen handed him over to the care of the driver and bade him farewell. "You will do your best for us," he said, with an imitation of his master's manner, as he held Redwood's hand. So soon as Redwood could be wrapped about they started out into the night.
She advanced to offer her hand, when he stopped her by pointing to Sir Jervis Redwood's card. "May I say a word, Miss Emily, about that woman?" he asked "Do you mean Mrs. Rook?" "Yes. You know, of course, why she comes here?" "She comes here by appointment, to take me to Sir Jervis Redwood's house. Are you acquainted with her?" "She is a perfect stranger to me.
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