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So he only smiled at her in silence, and she smiled back at him a smile that seemed to him quite for himself. "Where do you live?" Olive asked; and Mrs. Tarrant replied that they lived at Cambridge, and that the horse-cars passed just near their door.
He listened, to ascertain what she meant, and after an instant a sound came to his ear a sound he knew already well, which carried the accents of Verena Tarrant, in ample periods and cadences, out into the stillness of the August night. "Murder, what a lovely voice!" he exclaimed involuntarily.
The fittest survive no more; these gregarious, new-born things presently form themselves into a pestilential society, they breed rubbish, they " "By God! stop it, John," said Murdoch. "Now you're going too far. Look at Tarrant. He'd burn you over a slow fire for this if he could. Speak for yourself at any rate, not for us." "I do," answered the other bitterly. "I speak for myself.
When the next arrived, in about a week, Nancy made reply that she did not feel well enough to leave home. It was the briefest letter Tarrant had yet received from her, and the least affectionate. He kept silence for a few days, and wrote again. This time Nancy responded as usual, and came. To the involuntary question in his eyes, hers answered unmistakably.
And that he, at any rate, thought Verena had succeeded was proved by the casual, civil tone, and the contented distraction of eye, with which he exclaimed, "You don't mean to say you were not moved by that! It's my opinion that Miss Tarrant will carry everything before her."
"I can't tell what you like," Verena said, still looking into Olive's eyes. "I'm sure Miss Chancellor likes everything here," Mrs. Tarrant remarked, with a noble confidence. Selah had reappeared by this time; his lofty, contemplative person was framed by the doorway. "Want to try a little inspiration?" he inquired, looking round on the circle with an encouraging inflexion.
Miss Tarrant herself has gone away." "Miss Tarrant gone away?" This announcement was so much at variance with Verena's apparent intentions the night before that his ejaculation expressed chagrin as well as surprise, and in doing so it gave Olive a momentary advantage.
'That's a knock at the door, said Nancy, rising as if to escape. 'So it is. Banging with a stick. Let him bang. It must be a stranger, or he'd respect the oak. They sat listening. The knock sounded again, loud and prolonged. Tarrant joked about it; but a third time came the summons. 'I may as well go and see who it is. 'Oh you won't let any one 'Of course not. Sit quietly.
"I can't say I do. It is too long ago." "Yes, I have no doubt that's the way you change, about women! Poor Miss Tarrant, if she thinks she made an impression on you!" "She won't think about such things as that, if her mind has been formed by your sister," Ransom said. "It does come back to me now, what you told me about the growth of their intimacy.
When I'm dead, I won't have her think that I was to blame for her mother's ill-doing. That's why I've told you. You believe me, don't you? And Mary, lifting her eyes, met his look of appeal with more than a friend's confidence. From chambers in Staple Inn, Lionel Tarrant looked forth upon the laborious world with a dainty enjoyment of his own limitless leisure.
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