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William stared. He thought she looked so beautiful that he had to say something, "You look very cool." "Do I?" said Isabel. "I don't feel very cool. Come along, your horrid old train is late. The taxi's outside." She put her hand lightly on his arm as they passed the ticket collector. "We've all come to meet you," she said. "But we've left Bobby Kane at the sweet shop, to be called for."
The house was merely an old, ill-kept lodging house, the person who ran it being under some sort of obligation to Senator Montgomery. The girls never learned what street it was on. "My taxi's waiting," said Scorch, proudly, hurrying them around the corner. "Come on, before it eats its head off and breaks me." "Oh, I've got money, Scorch!" cried Nancy. "All right. You may need it later."
"I love a new wedding ring," she said. "Our train, darling," Rokeby reminded his wife. "We must fly," said Julia, rising. "Our taxi's outside, with all the clothes I've had time to pack, upon it. Desmond had packed in anticipation, the wretch! And we've only got an hour but we just had to come in and tell you before we went."
And Maryon Rooke knows it. I suppose it's true." She got up from her chair and came and stood beside Penelope. "We won't talk of this again, Penny. What one wants is a 'far Moon' and I'd forgotten the width of the world which always seems to lie between. My 'shining ship' has foundered. That's all." Penelope tapped sharply at Nan's bedroom door. "Nan, are you ready? Your taxi's waiting outside."
"I'll overlook what you've done if you truthfully give me the number of that taxicab. Find that girl I must, and as early as possible. Though I know her well, and her family, too, I do not know where to look for them in New York." Dave, without a word, turned as though to walk toward Broadway. "Give me that taxi's number," insisted the stranger. "I won't," Dave returned, flatly.
Once or twice tired, dirty stragglers, lying at the roadside, raised a cheer as they recognized the small American flag that fluttered from our taxi's door; and once we gave a lift to a Belgian bicycle courier, who had grown too leg-weary to pedal his machine another inch.
"Oh, are you by any chance going to Paddington?" she asked eagerly. "My taxi's broken down and I'm afraid I'll miss my train." The woman smiled her sympathy. She had a delightful smile. "How awful for you! But I'm not going anywhere near there. I'm so sorry I can't help." The taxicab slid away and Nan stood once more forlornly watching the stream go by.
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