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It's a wild idea but it may work. If it doesn't, I'll see you Thursday." Then he turned from the telephone and toward the railroad station. "One, to New York," he ordered hurriedly through the ticket window. "I've got time to make that seven-forty, if you rush it." And the next morning, Barry Houston was in New York, swirling along Seventh Avenue toward Bellstrand Hospital.
Like Heine, who said so potently, "I am a tragedy," so she, too, in the sulky light of her eyes and the pulled lips and the ripple of shivers over her, proclaimed it of herself. "Seven-forty! God! what'll I do, Burkhardt? What'll I do?" "Go lay down on the sofa a bit, Hanna. I'll cover you with a plaid. It's the head-noises again bothering you." "Seven-forty! What'll I do?
At nine o'clock she said decisively: "Do you know what time we must get up in the morning if we are to have breakfast and get the seven-forty train? Quarter of six by the latest, and YOU must get up earlier than that, because you're at the hotel and have further to go. Come here for breakfast, and listen be here by half-past six are you LISTENING, Condy? and we'll go down to the depot from here.
Together they stepped into the waiting room. "What time does our train go?" asked Dave, though he had known the time of this train for the last week. "Seven-forty," replied Dick. "And it's seven-twenty, now. Whew, what a await!" "I could have stayed home a little longer," nodded Dick. "Only I told father and mother that I'd feel more like being started if I got down here this far on the way."
"If you will step outside you will find one of the sheriff's deputies in my automobile, helplessly intoxicated. I am Mrs. Wrandall." "Oh," he gasped. "I heard 'em say you were coming up to-night. Well, say! What do you think of " "Is there a train in before morning?" "No ma'am. Seven-forty is the first." She waited a moment. "Then I shall have to ask you to come out and get your fellow-deputy.
"I haven't very much time," he said at last. "I've got to catch the seven-forty." "You haven't. We don't want you to go like this. Now you're here you must stay a fortnight at the very least." He hung his head. He did not want her to see how immense was the temptation. He murmured some half-audible, agitated thanks, but his refusal was made quite plain.
He asked where Upper Ashton Falls was, and whether it would be a pleasant place to spend a week. The clerk said that it was about thirty miles up the road, and was one of the nicest places in the mountains; Langbourne could not go to a nicer; and there was a very good little hotel. "Why," he said, "there were two ladies here overnight that just left for there, on the seven-forty.
"Ugh, don't!" she said. "I'm burnin' up." He jerked back the scuttle, returning to his chair, and, picking up the fallen newspaper, drew down his spectacles from off his brow and fell immediately back into close, puckered scrutiny of the printed page. "What time is it, Burkhardt? That old thing on the mantel's crazy." He drew out a great silver watch. "Seven-forty." "O God!" she said.
Seven-forty and nothing left but bed." "I must 'a' dozed off, Hanna." "Yes; you must 'a' dozed off," she laughed, her voice eaten into with the acid of her own scorn. "Yes; you must 'a' dozed off. The same way as you dozed off last night and last month and last year and the last eight years. The best years of my life that's what you've dozed off, John Burkhardt.
For an hour there were steady tides of men all streaming slowly up those narrow communication ways, cut through the chalk to get into the light also, where death was in ambush for many of them somewhere in the shadows of that dawn. By seven-forty the two assaulting brigades of the 15th Division had left the trenches and were in the open.
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