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A. sudden impulse of anger seized him. The second cup on the teatray upstairs, the glowing chrysanthemums, the change in Cicely here was the meaning of these things. But for him, she would have been content with what he had to give her. "Damn you, Drexley," he muttered . . . but at the foot of the stairs he looked up. It was only a momentary impulse.
They talked of old times, sometimes sadly, sometimes sportively, glancing swiftly from one old memory to another. All Rorie's tiresome ways, all Vixen's mischievous tricks, were remembered. "I think I led you a life in those days, didn't I, Rorie?" asked Vixen, leaving the teatray, and stealing softly behind her lover's chair to lean over his shoulder caressingly, and pull his thick brown beard.
They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other, high piercing notes. Ah, panting, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their mirth died down. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes.
"Ten hundered pounds twice over," said the carpenter, mouthing it slowly; "twenty hundered pounds." He got up from the table, and instinctively realizing that he could not do full justice to his feelings with the baby in his arms, laid it on the teatray in a puddle of cold tea and stood looking hard at the heiress. "I was housekeeper to her eleven years ago," said Mrs. Pullen.
Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low. What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked. Find out, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. Your beau, is it? A haughty bronze replied: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence.
"Ten hundered pounds twice over," said the carpenter, mouthing it slowly; "twenty hundered pounds." He got up from the table, and instinctively realizing that he could not do full justice to his feelings with the baby in his arms, laid it on the teatray in a puddle of cold tea and stood looking hard at the heiress. "I was housekeeper to her eleven years ago," said Mrs. Pullen.
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