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At this séance of hers she described quite accurately long dead men and women " "Are you sure of that, Varick?" "Of course I am, for she described my own mother." There was a pause. "Being a very intelligent, quick girl, she naturally helps herself out as best she can," went on Varick reflectively.
He added: "Did you see her sink and rise again twice before Donnington got at her, Varick? I have always wondered whether drowning people always come up three times or if it's only an old wives' tale." "Yes, no, I can't remember " Varick put his hand over his eyes, as if trying to shut out some dreadful sight. Then he groped his way to a chair, and sat down heavily. "I say, Varick, I am sorry."
At Eighth Street the man facing him wriggled out and another took his place. Waythorn glanced up and saw that it was Gus Varick. The men were so close together that it was impossible to ignore the smile of recognition on Varick's handsome overblown face. And after all why not? They had always been on good terms, and Varick had been divorced before Waythorn's attentions to his wife began.
He had found Varick sitting alone, looking very desolate, in the dining-room of the commonplace little villa, while from overhead there came the sounds of heavy feet moving this way and that. All at once there had come a loud knock at the front door, and Varick, starting up, had uttered a fearful cry. Then, sitting down again, he had begun trembling, as if he had the ague.
When the Van Rensselaers are too good for the Putnams of Tribes Hill I'll eat my spurs! and then he laughed till he cried." "They never came again; nobody of quality ever came; nobody ever comes," said Ruyven. "Excepting the Johnsons and the Butlers," corrected Sammy. "And then everybody geths tight; they were here lath night and Uncle Varick is sthill abed," said little Benny, innocently.
After a while Varick had persuaded Miss Burnaby to put on a hat and jacket, and go for a little walk alone with him, while Blanche Farrow went off for a talk with young Donnington.
I went on hearing about it for, I should think, well, right up to when I left home." A rush of blind, unreasoning rage was shaking Varick. Curse the woman! What a brute she must be, to take his money, and go on annoying him in this way. "I wish you'd written and told me about it when it happened," he said sombrely. The doctor looked at him, distressed.
These confidences seemed at once so futile, and yet also so sinister, knowing what she now knew. "I'm afraid that Mr. Varick will 'will' me into thinking I care for him," the girl confessed in a low voice. "He says that he will never give up hope, and that, although he knows he isn't worthy of me, he thinks that in time I shall care for him.
But you ought to enjoy it while it lasts. There are many amusing things about it all." Varick reflected grimly that it was the "amusing things" which occasioned his perturbation, but he kept his reflection to himself and smiled down at her sunnily.
And as if Varick had guessed part of what was passing through her mind, "Any news of the ghost, Blanche?" he asked jokingly. "How's my friend Pegler this morning?" "Pegler's quite all right! I'm the person who ought to have seen the ghost but of course I neither saw nor heard anything."
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