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Then, hearing a sound at her door, she turned. A white-faced servant stood on the threshold. "If you please, my lady, your coat is in a dreadful state. I was afraid there must have been an accident." Anne stared at the woman for a few seconds with the dazed eyes of one suddenly awakened. "Yes," she said slowly at length. "There was an accident. Mr. Nap Errol was hurt while skiing."
King's deliberate step on the oilcloth of the hall. "Where is Dr. King?" she gasped, as the door opened; "I want Dr. King!" Martha, in her astonishment at this white-faced creature with skirts draggled by the dew and dust of the grass-fringed road, started back, the flame of the lamp she carried flickering and jumping in the draught. "What is the matter? Is David " "Oh, where is Dr. King?
Some days later old Mullins appeared again, leading Nipper on a chain. Almost every one entrenched himself behind a table, but the old man had no fight in him, declaring in a choking voice that Nipper had come to enlist alone. "He is not too old, anyway, and will deal with more of the blank-blank swine than a hundred of your sissy, white-faced, unweaned kids!"
She's a widow; has two children." So to Mrs. Edgar we went. Her eyes devoured me. She is a mite of a woman, young, white-faced, vivacious. "For a tea?" she asked. "A a large one?" She spoke with forced calmness, but her hands had the artist's flutter, the enthusiast's eagerness to be doing. "I'll get samples," she went on; "there's not a minute to be lost; not one moment!
There had been not one, but two disasters. Two battle-cruisers, it was declared, had been sunk in the Channel by German mines or submarines. What were their names? inquired the white-faced women. The names were not yet known, but they would soon come. A little later the severity of the rumour became softened. The battle-cruisers had not, it appeared, been sunk, but severely damaged.
And then, calling Jim to witness, she made the sign of the Cross and swore that she would offer herself, body and soul, to Jack, if he wanted her. . . . The noise faded out of hearing, and she was once more in a room of blazing light; a man was looking at her, silent, white-faced and reproachful; and a new phrase was beating on her brain. "I want to know what you're going to do now?"
None knew what might happen, for these Indians were not to be judged by any standard they knew. Henri Baptiste held the trembling Marie in his arm, while Mora and Anon and Ninette clung together in a white-faced group. A little way aside Micene Bordoux comforted a frightened woman and held a child by the hand.
For now, at the last moment, some superstitious fear spread from him to them, and showed itself in their eyes. To Benita, half fainting upon the stone seat, for this experience had shaken her to the heart, it seemed but a few minutes, though really the best part of an hour had gone by, when her father reappeared as white-faced as she had been. "Where is Mr. Meyer?" she asked. "Oh!" he answered.
The people of the village in which the hunters rested that night were evidently not accustomed to white men perhaps had never seen them before for they crowded round them while at supper and gazed in silent wonder as if they were watching a group of white-faced baboons feeding!
The proprietor was a brave old white-faced Swede. He had wandered this way, Heaven knows how, and taken up his acres I forget how many years ago all alone, bent double with sciatica, and with six bits in his pocket and an axe upon his shoulder. Long, useless years of seafaring had thus discharged him at the end, penniless and sick.
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