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Oh, Professor Wayland," he cried, "there is an element in my grief that is peculiar to itself, that no one else in sorrow ever had!" "I think every mourner on earth would say that, Lindsay." Again the younger man discerned the approach of a mystery, but again he left it unchallenged. The professor rose to his feet. "Good night," he said; "unless you will go back with me.
The shield was also of gold, and on it Wayland had beaten out a history of the gods and their great deeds. He was very miserable, for the hope of revenge which had kept him alive seemed as far off as ever in its fulfilment, and finding a sword he had lately forged lying close to his hand, he seized it, with the intent of putting an end to his wretched life.
Then he scrambled out of his seat and came around to the door, just as Miss Erith opened it and hurriedly descended. "Wayland," she said, "there's somebody over there on the sidewalk. Can't you see? there by the marble railing? by the fountain! Whoever it is will freeze to death. Please go over and see what is the matter." The heavily-furred chauffeur ran across the snowy oval.
There was something unusual in his voice, something that for a moment raised a vague questioning in Lindsay's mind; but absorbed as he was in his own sadness, it eluded his feeble inquiry. To what Wayland had said he could make no reply.
Wayland was growling; he had to be held by the collar. He spied an objectionable animal. A jerky monkey was attached to the organ; and his coat was red, his kepi was blue; his tailor had rigged him as a military gentleman. Jane called to the farm-wife. Philip assured her he was not annoyed.
"Well you may say so," and "She is indeed," broke from the baronet and the waiting-maid at the same instant; but Mr. Wayland heeded them little as he impatiently asked, "Where and how is your mother, Amyas?" "In health sir, at home, I suppose," said Sir Amyas; "but oh, sir, hear me, before you see her." "I must, if you walk with me," said Mr.
"Was the promise in writing?" asked Mr. Arden, who had been silent all this time. "Certainly, in a letter to me." "I recommend you to keep it carefully until Mr. Wayland's return," said Mr. Arden: "he will see justice done to you." "Poor Mr. Wayland! When he does return, I pity him; but it is his own fault for leaving his lady to herself. Have you ever seen the gallant colonel, sister?" "Never."
"A don't like the way that mule o' yours keeps lookin' ahead with both ears, Wayland! It's all-fired quiet here, for noon-hour when the streams should be shouting. There is something mighty queer and still in this air. Yon saucy woodpecker has quit drillin'! Hold back a bit! A'm goin' ahead!
Piece by piece he fastened it, but he found the helmet so heavy that he could hardly bear it on his head. However, he did not look properly dressed without it, so he had to wear it, though it felt as if a whole mountain was pressing on his forehead. Then, buckling on the sword which Wayland had forged, he entered the hall, and seated himself on the throne.
To her father, she continued, leaving what she felt to be dangerous ground: "I didn't look for you so early." "We finished sooner than I expected," Mr. Wayland answered, "so I drove Willis to his hotel and waited for him to dress. I was afraid he might disappoint us if I let him out of my sight. I couldn't allow that not to- night of all nights, eh?" The magnate laughed knowingly at Marsh.
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