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She has just taken a house near here. I don't see who else the animal could belong to. Monkeys are rarities on Long Island. Bill was silent. 'Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, flushing his brow. For days he had been trying to find an excuse for calling on Lady Wetherby as a first step toward meeting Claire again. Here it was.
He heard Claire speaking a long way off: 'I was there with Lady Wetherby. It was she who invited me to come to America. I went to the restaurant to see her dance and I saw you! With a supreme effort Bill succeeded in calming down the excited landscape. He willed the trees to stop dancing, and they came reluctantly to a standstill. The world ceased to swim and flicker. 'Let me explain, he said.
"You'll like HIM, I'm sure, when you know him; and you'll LOVE Mrs. Carew." "Will I, indeed?" retorted Jimmy huffily. "Well, that IS a serious prospect. Let us hope, if I do, the lady will be so gracious as to reciprocate." "Of course," dimpled Pollyanna. "Now listen, and I'll read to you about her. This letter is from her sister, Della Miss Wetherby, you know, at the Sanatorium." "All right.
For an instant fierce rebellion spoke through flashing eyes, stern-set lips, and tightly clutched fingers; then all the light died from the thin old face and the tense muscles relaxed. "You may put the baby back," said Madam Wetherby tremulously, yet with a sudden dignity that set the maid to curtsying. "I I should not want to cross my daughter's wishes."
'Eustace! cried Lady Wetherby, severely. Eustace lowered his foot and gazed at her meditatively, then at the odd-job man, then at the scullery-maid, whose voice rose high above the din. 'I rather fancy, m'lady, said Wrench, dispassionately, 'that the animal is about to hurl a plate.
He handed Mr. Kemble a letter, saying in a husky voice, "Jim sent this. He says at the end I was to show it to you." The scrawl gave in brief the details about Captain Nichol already known to the reader, and stated also that Sam Wetherby was missing. "All I know is," wrote the soldier, "that we were driven back, and bullets flew like hail.
'Do you feel a sort of shooting, Pickering a kind of burning sensation under the skin? Lady Wetherby, I guess I'll be getting some of the papers on the phone. We've got a big story. He hurried to the telephone, but it was some little time before he could use it. Dudley Pickering was in possession, talking earnestly to the local doctor.
And yet it would have been remarkable, seeing that she was the guest of Lady Wetherby, if she had not been there. When you have travelled three thousand miles to enjoy the hospitality of a friend who does near-Greek dances at a popular restaurant, the least you can do is to go to the restaurant and watch her step.
He found Lord Wetherby at his side, evidently prepared to go deeper into the subject. Lord Wetherby was looking now like a groom whose favourite horse has kicked him in the stomach. 'Wouldn't have thought it of you, Pickering, said Lord Wetherby. Mr Pickering found no words. 'Wouldn't, honestly. Low trick! 'But I tell you 'Devilish low trick! repeated Lord Wetherby, with a shake of the head.
I have known the Wetherby girls from babyhood. They come from a fine old family, and are thoroughbred gentlewomen. You need not fear on that score. "There were three sisters, Doris, Ruth, and Della. Doris married a man named John Kent, much against the family's wishes. Kent came from good stock, but was not much himself, I guess, and was certainly a very eccentric, disagreeable man to deal with.
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