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"Thank you," said Stella. She unlatched the glass door and opened it. "You'll lock it after me, won't you?" "No," said Dick. "I'll see you to your door." But Stella refused his company. She stood in the doorway. "There's no need! See what a night it is!" and the beauty of it crept into her soul and stilled her voice.
The black cat clung to her tattered jacket, his wizard-eyes shining green, as Screech Owl passed under the gas-lamps. It was almost ten o'clock at night when she unlatched her shanty door and kindled a fire. The larder was bare, save for some crusts of hard bread. These the woman soaked in hot water and shared with the cat.
"We'd much rather not, thank you," said Ambrose with a slight shudder, and in another second he and David had unlatched the door, scudded down the garden like two frightened rabbits, and joined their father. At the Vicarage, all this while, their return had been eagerly looked for by Pennie and Nancy.
But aside from obeying the ship's rules with regard to life belts and lights, the keeping of one's state-room door unlatched, what was there to do save trust in a higher power? Actually at this moment Mrs. Burton, while presumably listening, was deciding that she was enjoying the very crossing to France she had so much dreaded.
It was so that Doctor Keltridge found him when, an hour later, he came marching in at the unlatched front door. "The thing is amounting to an obsession," Doctor Keltridge told Professor Opdyke testily, two months later. "I never saw a case of such ineradicable dubiousness concerning all the things that do not count." "But the fellow is sincere," the professor urged in extenuation.
Then, when the silence seemed continual, she tiptoed down the stairs again, softly pushed open the unlatched door, stole across the anteroom to the curtained doorway and peered in. The salon was empty, and in its center the supper table stood stripped of its cloth and candles. Only the pale light from the windows dispelled the growing dark.
I believe I'll curl up here myself, till then. I hope they won't forget the valentines we sent for." The room was very still for a few minutes. There was no sound at all except the crackling of the fire and the shivering of the wind in the long stovepipe. Then some one turned the door-knob so cautiously and slowly that it unlatched without a sound.
As he unlatched the second, she perceived a man's figure in front of her. "Roger!" A touch of the whip her horse sprang forward. The man in front looked back startled; but she was already beside him. "You keep up the old habit, like me? What a lovely day!" Roger Barnes, after a flush of amazement and surprise, greeted her coldly: "It is a long way for you to come," he said formally.
It was not surprising that they found nobody at home but the turnspit dog, who was sufficiently familiar with both to wag a welcome; but somebody sat in the chimney-corner who was not at home, but was a visitor like themselves. When the door was unlatched, Father Thomas closed the book he had been reading and looked up. "Good even, Father," said Dan to the priest.
Carlyle was in full retreat toward Joyce's room, at this suggestion, when his sister called to him. "If anything is amiss with Joyce, you come and tell me, Archibald, for I shall get up and see after her. The girl was my servant before she was your wife's." He reached Joyce's room, and softly unlatched the door, fully expecting to find a light there, and his wife sitting by the bedside.
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