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He drew his hand across his eyes as if some dream came between him and the others and prevented him from seeing where he was. "And that poor fellow," said Mrs. Thornbury, the tears falling again down her cheeks. "Impossible," St. John repeated. "Did he have the consolation of knowing ?" Mrs. Thornbury began very tentatively. But St. John made no reply.
He slid down into a chair, becoming interested in the final struggle of the game. "And you go back to-morrow?" said Mrs. Thornbury, looking at Mrs. Flushing. "Yes," she replied. "And indeed one is not sorry to go back," said Mrs. Elliot, assuming an air of mournful anxiety, "after all this illness." "Are you afraid of dyin'?" Mrs. Flushing demanded scornfully.
It's the very reverse of cowardly. Personally, I'd like to go on for a hundred years granted, of course, that I had the full use of my faculties. Think of all the things that are bound to happen!" "That is what I feel," Mrs. Thornbury rejoined. "The changes, the improvements, the inventions and beauty.
Thornbury gave way, and the rest went flying across the room in all directions, to land upon the floor or the chairs or in each other's arms as seemed most convenient. Rising from these positions, breathless and unkempt, it struck them for the first time that the electric lights pricked the air very vainly, and instinctively a great many eyes turned to the windows. Yes there was the dawn.
Elliot, who was passing them with her eager but uncertain movement, carrying in her hands a plate and an empty hot-water bottle. She would have passed them, but Mrs. Thornbury went up and stopped her. "Thank you, Hughling's better," she replied, in answer to Mrs. Thornbury's enquiry, "but he's not an easy patient.
Thornbury went slowly upstairs and walked quietly along the passages, touching the wall with her fingers as if to guide herself. Housemaids were passing briskly from room to room, but Mrs. Thornbury avoided them; she hardly saw them; they seemed to her to be in another world. She did not even look up directly when Evelyn stopped her.
"I assure you there's nothing horrible about it," said Hewet, sitting up and laying hands upon the cake. "It's so natural," he repeated. "People with children should make them do that exercise every night. . . . Not that I look forward to being dead." "And when you allude to a grave," said Mr. Thornbury, who spoke almost for the first time, "have you any authority for calling that ruin a grave?
"I always contradict my husband when he says that," said Mrs. Thornbury sweetly. "You men! Where would you be if it weren't for the women!" "Read the Symposium," said Ridley grimly. "Symposium?" cried Mrs. Flushing. "That's Latin or Greek? Tell me, is there a good translation?" "No," said Ridley. "You will have to learn Greek." Mrs. Flushing cried, "Ah, ah, ah! I'd rather break stones in the road.
Thornbury somehow moved him to a chair, sat herself beside him, and with tears in her own eyes said gently, "You have done everything for your friend." Her action set them all talking again as if they had never stopped, and Mr. Pepper finished the move with his Knight. "There was nothing to be done," said St. John. He spoke very slowly. "It seems impossible "
Looked at in an odd way by people who made no effort to join them, they moved with one exception slowly and consciously towards the stairs. Mrs. Flushing was the exception. She came running downstairs, strode across the hall, joined the procession much out of breath, demanding of Mrs. Thornbury in an agitated whisper, "Where, where?" "We are all going," said Mrs.
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