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But there was nothing very masterful in the way he spoke her name; his voice only sounded very shamed and humiliated as, after waiting a vain moment for her reply, he turned and went slowly away. Jimmy had been married two days when one morning he burst into Sangster's room in the unfashionable part of Bloomsbury. It had been raining heavily.
Thus, by the evening of Wednesday, the 17th, Heintzelman is at Sangster's Station, while Tyler, Miles, and Hunter, are at Fairfax. It is a rather rough experience that now befalls the Grand Army of the Union.
She stood staring before her with blank eyes, her pretty face had fallen again into sadness, her mouth dropped pathetically. She opened Sangster's letter and read it through once more. Was Jimmy really ill, and was Sangster afraid to tell her, she wondered? Or was this merely Sangster's way of trying to bring them together again?
Christine's first faint resentment and amazement had turned to anger an anger which she kept hidden, or so she fondly believed. She hardly went out. She spent hours curled up on the big sofa by the window reading, or pretending to read. Gladys wondered how much she really read of the books which she took one by one from the crowded library. The third morning Christine answered Sangster's letter.
At that moment he felt years older than his friend. "There may be some mistake. Don't let's give up till we're sure quite sure " Jimmy raised his face. His lips were grey and pinched. "It's no use," he said hopelessly. "No use. . . . Somehow I know it. . . . Oh, my God! If I could only have it over again just a day. . . ." The anguish in his voice would have wrung a harder heart than Sangster's.
I've had my good times, and I've had my bad; and when I come to write the story of my life when I'm a bloated millionaire, that is!" he added in laughing parenthesis "it will make fine reading to know that I was once so hard up that I cadged a shilling off a swell in evening-dress!" But Christine did not laugh; her eyes were almost tragic as she looked up wonderingly at Sangster's honest face.
While this is going on, McDowell has ridden in a Southerly direction down to Heintzelman's Division, at Sangster's Station, "to make arrangements to turn the Enemy's right, and intercept his communications with the South," but has found, owing to the narrowness and crookedness of the roads, and the great distance that must be traversed in making the necessary detour, that his contemplated movement is too risky to be ventured.
While this is going on, McDowell has ridden in a Southerly direction down to Heintzelman's Division, at Sangster's Station, "to make arrangements to turn the Enemy's right, and intercept his communications with the South," but has found, owing to the narrowness and crookedness of the roads, and the great distance that must be traversed in making the necessary detour, that his contemplated movement is too risky to be ventured.
He frowned. "Does that mean that you want the window up?" He did not mean to speak sharply; but he was horribly nervous, and Sangster's parting words had not improved matters at all. Christine burst into tears; she was overstrung and excited; her nerves were all to pieces; she sobbed for a moment desolately. Jimmy swore under his breath; he did not know what to do.
Gladys's voice sounded somehow blank, there was a curious expression in her eyes. After a moment she looked away. "Oh, well, you must please yourself, of course." Christine turned to the door she held Sangster's letter in her hand. "Besides," she said flippantly, "I'm going over to Heston this afternoon with Mr. Kettering." She went up to her room and shut the door.
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