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Poor Maud, whom I could never prevent from working to the limit of her strength, lay weakly back in the stern-sheets. I could row no more. My bruised and swollen hands could no longer close on the oar handles. My wrists and arms ached intolerably, and though I had eaten heartily of a twelve-o'clock lunch, I had worked so hard that I was faint from hunger.
It was she the object of de Vere's impassioned quest. A rich lunch-gown was girdled about her with a twelve-o'clock band of pearls. She reached out her hand, smiling. "Dorothea," said the multimillionaire, "this is Mr. de Vere. Mr. de Vere my wife."
And then, muttering something as to his hope that the inn was comfortable, and saying that the state of his health prohibited him from entertaining visitors, the marquis again put out his fingers, and Arthur soon found himself in the gig on his journey to Bowes. He intended returning to town on the following day by the twelve-o'clock mail, of which Lord Stapledean had spoken.
"I am no dancer either, except with the little ones. If you care to sit out with me, I shall be very pleased." Her voice was low and musical. It caught his fancy so that he was aware of a sudden curiosity to see the face that the black mask concealed. "Give me the twelve-o'clock dance," he said, "if you can spare it!" She consulted the programme that hung from her wrist.
"I'm on my way to the nighest railroad, Hank." "You say you are?" Bradley leaned against the fence, and his face turned white. "You don't think it's as as bad as that?" "Don't I? Huh, I only hope I'll catch that twelve-o'clock flyer! I wouldn't be here now but I told you I'd never act without reporting to you, and that's what I'm doing, Hank." "But what's what's happened to to scare you up so?"
If I'm ready to leave with him on that twelve-o'clock train for Boston to-morrow, where he's going to be put in the clerical corps at Camp Usonis, we'll be married there to-morrow night, and I'll settle down somewhere near camp as long as I can. He's got a good nest-egg if God forbid! anything should happen. That's the whole thing in a nutshell." "My God! Clara, this is awful!
"He's going away on the twelve-o'clock train tonight," she answered, firmly. "What has that got to do with it? Where did you see him?" "In the box, while you were behind the scenes." She told him all about it, and he listened in silent endeavor for the ground of censure from which a sense of his own guilt forced him. She asked suddenly, "Where did you see him?" and he told her in turn.
"He's going away on the twelve-o'clock train tonight," she answered, firmly. "What has that got to do with it? Where did you see him?" "In the box, while you were behind the scenes." She told him all about it, and he listened in silent endeavor for the ground of censure from which a sense of his own guilt forced him. She asked suddenly, "Where did you see him?" and he told her in turn.
Before noon the next day a district messenger brought Westover a letter which he easily knew, from, the now belated tall, angular hand, to be from Mrs. Vostrand. It announced on a much criss-crossed little sheet that she and Genevieve were inconsolably taking a very sudden departure, and were going on the twelve-o'clock train to New York, where Mr. Vostrand was to meet them.
You know the Bible says that the Lord God walked in the gyarden of Eden in 'the cool of the day, and that's the best time for seein' flowers, the cool of the mornin' and the cool of the evenin'. There's jest as much difference between a flower with the dew on it at sun-up and a flower in the middle o' the day as there is between a woman when she's fresh from a good night's sleep and when she's cookin' a twelve-o'clock dinner in a hot kitchen.
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