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When sufficient time had elapsed for the Russian to make a complete mental note of their appearance, Josef drew the papers away from him, refolded them carefully and replaced them in his pocket. "Kolinsky, you know what will happen should you desert us when once in Krovitch?" Josef was standing near the door. He smiled with supreme indifference.
Mechanically she smoothed and refolded the letter mechanically, with slow, lingering hands then she extended it to her friend, smiling. "Nay, will you not keep it yourself?" said Mrs. Morley.
He at once refolded the paper exactly as before, replaced it in the bottle, put the stopper in, put the oilskin over the stopper, confided the whole to Young Raybrock's keeping, and led the way down-stairs. But it was harder navigation below-stairs than above. The instant they set foot in the parlour the quick, womanly eye detected that there was something wrong.
The doctor arose and approached the stove, meeting the ship's motion with his knees dexterously bent, dried as best he could, at the stove where the pot was boiling, the lines he had written, refolded the parchment in the pocket-book, and replaced the pocket-book and the inkhorn in his pocket. The stove was not the least ingenious piece of interior economy in the hooker.
John Westerfelt, I am yore Enemy I am that ef it drags me into the Scorchin flames of hell. He refolded the letter, put it with quivering fingers back into its envelope, and then opened the newspaper and held it before his eyes. There was a clatter of dishes and pans in the back part of the house. A negro woman was out in the wood-yard, picking up chips and singing a low camp-meeting hymn.
Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural, and perhaps the result of an effort equally great, he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. When he had read it through, he folded and refolded it slowly several times, and tore it carefully into fragments.
"Thanks," he said ironically. "But you're too late. Mary knows, and has thrown me over." There was silence for several minutes. Then Stefan rose, picked up the draft from the floor, looked at it idly, refolded it into Mary's letter, and put both carefully away in his inside pocket. His face was very pale. "Adieu, Felicity," he said quietly. "You are quite right about it." And he held out his hand.
As I withdrew my hand the paper in it involuntarily I shut my eyes, as if shrinking from a blow. But I scolded myself for cowardly weakness, and opened my eyes again to see a folded, refolded, and crumpled piece of khaki-coloured paper ruled with blue lines.
As she refolded it she saw a slip of paper which had fallen unnoticed on the carpet, and picking it up she read these words: "It grieves me to have to tell you that, after all, I fear St. Elmo will marry Estelle Harding. He does not love her, she can not influence him to redeem himself; his future looks hopeless indeed. Edna, my child! what have you done! Oh! what have you done!"
'Dear, if your heart is hard towards me justly hard, I know but, listen, if it is hard, dear, ask him I have wronged the most him whose wife I was to have been before you quite decide against my poor poor prayer! Some money was enclosed in this letter also. Five pounds. It was untouched like the previous sum, and he refolded it in the same way.
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