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"Sh-h!" replied Henry Burns, clutching his bundle tight under one arm, and peering through the scattered alders, into which they had penetrated. "I heard a step." They waited, anxiously. It was Harvey's turn, however, to enjoy a laugh at the expense of his comrade, as the steps that the quick ear of Henry Burns had heard were continued, this time with an unmistakable crackling of undergrowth.
"I didn't know any other place to put you," she said simply. "They'd have got you, if you had went to the hall Sh-h!" The panel closed and she was away. A moment later he heard her talking with Arima, who apparently had again climbed up to her window. "Thief must be here," said Arima. "He not been in hall. My friend know. We see him come in here." "I told you he wasn't here.
It was perhaps an hour later that the huge cell door once more swung slowly open. Uncle Billy stepped quickly inside and closed the door after him. "Sh-h!" he whispered, holding up a warning finger and coming close. Silently he went to the table and, one after another, produced from some place about his person four revolvers.
"Sh-h!" said she in a whisper, for she had not heard the front door close. "He may not be gone. Come with me." Margaret followed her mother into the library at the head of the stairs. "It was that Craig man," explained Mrs. Severence, when she had the door closed. "What DO you think he had the impudence to do?" "I'm sure I can't imagine," said Margaret, impatient. "He proposed for you!"
They were seated presently in the unaired plush-and-cherry, Nottingham-and-Axminster parlor of a small-town hotel. "Hester," he said, "you're like a vision come to earth." "I'm a bad durl," she said, challenging his eyes for what he knew. "You're a little saint walked down and leaving an empty pedestal in my dreams." She placed her forefinger over his mouth. "Sh-h!" she said.
Come now, is this the way to greet a fellow that's so darn glad to see you that nothing matters? Why I can see you, Hester. Plain as day in your little crispy waist. Now, now! You'll get used to it in a minute. Now now " "I can't stand it, Gerald! I can't! Can't! Kill me, Gerald, but don't ask me to stand it!" He stroked down the side of her, lingering at her cheek. "Sh-h!
"Ssh-h, sh-h, Sam!" he observed, mildly. "Don't bother me now; please don't, there's a good feller. I'm tryin' to work out somethin' important." "Well, this is important. Or, if it ain't, there's plenty that is important waitin' for me up at the bank. I'm handlin' this house business as a favor to you. If you think I've got nothin' else to do you're mistaken."
With Kitty there were little hurried confabs each day outside the apartment door in the hallway before the elevator shaft. A veil of awe seemed to wrap the Drew woman. "I can't get it out of my head, Hester. It's like a fairy story, and, in another way, it's a scream Wheeler standing for this." "Sh-h, Kitty! His ears are so sensitive." "Quit shushing me every time I open my mouth. Poor kid!
Then she stammered out: "The strange motor car!" she said, while Billie and Laura stared at her. "I thought I heard it before " "Sh-h," cried Billie, and they listened, hardly daring to breathe.
"Sh-h," warned Vandersee respectfully yet irresistibly pulling the skipper down. "Sh-h! Nothing is to be gained by anger. Will you take my assurance that Miss Sheldon is at present in even better hands than your own? Oh, I know something of your mind, Captain. I have similar hopes and expectations for you with regard to the little Mission lady. And I can put you easy in your mind.
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