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'I beg your pardon. The voice was addressing her in a respectful undertone. 'I had no choice. I did not feel justified in saying I knew you. 'You were quite right, she replied coldly, her fingers now relaxed upon the fan. 'Mrs. Strangeways is a little impulsive; she gave me no opportunity of preventing the introduction. 'Will you let me say, Mrs.
He paused to hear whether there was any sound of movement underground; when he heard none, he knew that the dead man was listening and waiting eagerly for what would come next. Crouching still nearer, so that he might narrow the space between them, "Strangeways, are you listening?" he said.
She spoke with a tone that betrayed how little pleasure she expected, though it strove to be uncomplaining; and Julius, who had learnt something of poor Frank's state of jealous misery, heartily wished the Strangeways family further, regarding the intimacy as a manoeuvre of Lady Tyrrell's, and doubting how far all Eleonora's evident struggles would keep her out of the net; and though while talking to her he had not the slightest doubt of her sincerity, he had not long set her down at the lodge before he remembered that she was a Vivian.
As he stood in the doorway, his gaze wandered from the broad shoulders of Corporal Strangeways, late stroke of the 'Varsity Eight, to the treacherous eyes of the gaunt grey beast before him which, by reason of its unusual markings and untimely appearance, had once and forever thrown Spurling's game away.
One of the Miss Strangeways asked me to look for some old franks, so Anne and I have been turning out my drawers." "Are they for sale?" asked Raymond. "Yes," said Cecil. "Bee Strangeways is collecting; she will pay for all that are new to her, and sell any duplicates." "Has she many?" asked Mrs. Poynsett, glad of this safe subject. "Quantities; and very valuable ones.
In spite of his genius, he sometimes makes you feel he was rather a blackguard." "Horace!" For the moment T. Tembarom forgot himself. "I always heard he was a sort of Y.M.C.A. old guy old Horace Greeley. The Tribune was no yellow journal when he had it." He was sorry he had spoken the next moment. Strangeways looked puzzled. "The Tribune," he hesitated. "The Roman Tribune?" "No, New York.
And the body which was found at Forty-Mile had not been clothed in a woman's dress! How Strangeways must be laughing out there, alone in the coldness, three feet beneath the snow at the bend! Yet, for all his pity, Granger could not bring himself to touch the man he looked too absorbed in his tragedy. Out of decency he turned his back upon him, hurrying his task to an end.
For this very reason and for others she had a curiosity about the bungalow. Its exotic name affected her imagination; as did the knowledge that Cyrus Redgrave, whom she knew so particularly well, had built it for his retreat, his privacy. Curiosity and fear of offending Mrs. Strangeways overcame her serious reluctance. On entering the carriage she blushed hotly.
They introduced him to one girl after another, and in a day or two he was the center of animated circles whenever he appeard. The singular thing, however, was that he did not appear as often as the other men who were on board. He seemed to stay a great deal with Strangeways, who shared his suite of rooms and never came on deck. Sometimes the Gazelles prettily reproached him.
Alma had matters to occupy her more important than a child's passing ailment. As she slowly unrobed herself by the fire, combed out her warm, fragrant, many-rippled tresses, or held mute dialogue with her eyes in the glass, from a ravel of uneasy thoughts there detached itself, first and foremost, the discovery that Redgrave had not been in Paris when Mrs. Strangeways said he was.
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