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She didn't answer, and I saw that there was still a sting for her in Reggie's name. The war might have made her forgive him, but there were things that the war couldn't wipe out from her memory. And there was her own rather appalling injustice to Jimmy. I wondered whether she was thinking of how she had tried to stop his going to the front, and how she had said he didn't want to go.
The girl jumped up and laid her little hands on his shoulder. "There, big captain," she cried, "don't be frightened. That is only one of Reggie's piano tunes. I never heard tunes like his before. He plays them, and then explains to me what each note means; and then he plays the tune again, and I can see the whole story. That is why I love him sometimes!" "Then you do love him?"
George occupied the chair that had its back to the door, and was unable to see what it was that had caused their consternation; but he deduced that someone known to both of them must have entered the restaurant; and his first thought, perhaps naturally, was that it must be Reggie's "mater". Reggie dived behind a menu, which he held before him like a shield, and his bride, after one quick look, had turned away so that her face was hidden.
He must have felt that he had to settle it before he went. Viola told us what happened. It was his last evening, and the three were together in that room of Reggie's. He had just said that Viola wouldn't care how many Town Halls he was buried under, as long as Jimmy didn't go and dig him out. And then, suddenly, he went straight for it.
After greeting the grown-up folk, the new-comers turned to encounter Tricksy's solemn, dark eyes and Reggie's bright, twinkling ones. Tricksy shook hands very shyly, and Reggie a little stiffly; then the visitors were taken upstairs to prepare for lunch. Tricksy turned to Reggie, whose countenance wore a non-committal expression; then she looked at Allan and heaved a little sigh.
Besides, the woman was no better than a cocotte; and Reggie's friendship was at stake. "No," he said huskily; "that is not true. I was quietly sleeping here and she came up to me. She is man-mad." The tangled heap at Reggie's feet leaped up, her green eyes blazing. "Liar!" she cried. "Reggie, do you believe him? The hypocrite, the goody-goody, the white slave man, the pimp!"
'I heard the Sheriff saying to Mother that the gipsies had come back again, said Tricksy. Reggie's dark eyes looked at Allan, who stopped his whittling. 'Look! said Marjorie abruptly, 'we're just rounding the headland. The Grahams wondered at the sudden silence which fell upon the group. 'We'll tack shore wards, Duncan, announced Mr. Stewart.
They looked very cool, very much at their ease, and very well inclined for tea. Reggie's face was rather white, and the look in his blue eyes suggested that London was getting altogether the better of him. "Wholesome things almost always disagree with me," said Madame Valtesi, in her croaky voice, "unless I eat them at the wrong time.
At least, we knew that Reggie's regiment, the Third shires, had come up from Ostend the day before, that it was quartered somewhere between Ghent and Melle, and that it had been engaged at Quatrecht. Our own orders were to stick to Melle. I suppose from the way the ambulances were massed there that the end had been foreseen.
You don't want them to know you've been here. If you'll only leave it to me, they won't know." "I'm not going to lie about it. I shall tell them if they ask me." "Not Reggie," I said. "Yes, Reggie. If he asks me. Reggie's the very last person I should think of lying to." It was this attitude of hers that first shook me in my conclusions.
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