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The rest of the evening they spent in wandering through the village, charmed with its bizarre mixture of quaintness and commonplaceness; in hanging about the shop-Windows with their monotonous variety of feather fans, each with a violently red or yellow bird painfully sacrificed in its centre, moccasins, bead-wrought work-bags, tobacco-pouches, bows and arrows, and whatever else the savage art of the neighboring squaws can invent; in sauntering through these gay booths, pricing many things, and in hanging long and undecidedly over cases full of feldspar crosses, quartz bracelets and necklaces, and every manner of vase, inoperative pitcher, and other vessel that can be fashioned out of the geological formations at Niagara, tormented meantime by the heat of the gas-lights and the persistence of the mosquitoes.
I twisted the latter institution undecidedly, and ventured the belief that by shaving myself clean and bridging my nose with a pair of black-bowed spectacles I could pass muster. The result total was satisfactory.
"Come in!" he cried, expecting to see Nevill. But the visitor was a telegraph boy, bearing the familiar brown envelope. Jack signed for it, and tore open the message. "Awfully seedy," Victor Nevill wired. "Sorry I can't get out to-night. Am going to bed." "No answer," said Jack, dismissing the boy. With his hands in his pockets he strolled undecidedly about the studio for a couple of minutes.
There was a babel of voices and a self-gratulatory proffer of lithe forms, while the old gondolier turned undecidedly from one to another, and the tottering gransiere ostentatiously protected the velvet mantle of the artist as he sprang into the boat. With an impatient gesture the Veronese indicated his choice, and they were soon on their way.
He looked at Sprudell while he folded it reflectively, as though he were weighing something pro and con. Sprudell was conscious that he was being measured, and, egotist though he was, he was equally aware that Bruce's observations still left him in some doubt. Bruce walked to the window undecidedly, and then seemed finally to make up his mind.
His head was bowed so that he did not see her eyes, and if he could but have seen them and nothing else, he would have understood, without the words or the gesture. Instead he stood there, plucking undecidedly at his sleeve. "Because I I wouldn't like to hev you go without seein' you again," he went on slowly "without a chance to tell you something er to tell you good-by."
Whereupon the ostlers jumped nimbly back, the horses threw up their heads, and danced undecidedly for a moment, the long whip cracked, hoofs clattered, sparks flew, and, rumbling and creaking, off went the London Mail with such a flourish of the horn as woke many a sleepy echo, near and far.
We had been walking for some time slowly side by side, and we came now to a standstill. Louis held up his hand and called a taximeter. "Monsieur goes somewhere to sup, without a doubt," he remarked. I remained upon the pavement. "Really, I don't know," I answered undecidedly. "There is a great deal of truth in what you have been saying.
All night he tossed sleeplessly on his uncomfortable bed, striving in vain to unravel the mystery in which the fate of his nephew and of Major Caspar's raft had become enshrouded. In the morning he strolled undecidedly down to the wharf-boat, and, missing his skiff, asked the watchman, who was just going off duty, what he had done with it.
As he turned into Rivington Street there approached him from the opposite direction a girl, walking slowly and undecidedly. When he came near her she looked up, with an appealing recognition. In a flash of the quick passing he thought he knew her a girl who had attended his mission and whom he had not seen for several months-but he made no sign and passed on. "Father Damon!"
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