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Rachael bore it for endless, agonizing minutes. Presently Alice, white-faced, was kneeling on the step below her, and their wet hands were clasped. "Dearest, why do you sit here!" "Oh, Alice, could I get Warren, do you think? They mustn't it's too cruel! He's only a baby, he doesn't understand! Better a thousand times to let him go tell them so! Get George tell him I say so!"
"Yes, she ran like a coward." "Ah?" "Like a trembling coward. How can you care for a white-faced little fool like that? Is she your match? Is she your mate?" He considered a moment, as though to make sure that he did not exaggerate.
Why'd you dodge me at noon to-day and to-night after closing? New guy? I won't stand for it, you know, you little white-faced Sweetness, you!" "I hadda go somewheres, Charley. I came near not coming to-night, neither, Charley." "What'll you eat?" "I ain't hungry." "Thirsty, eh?" "No." He regarded her over the rim of the smirchy bill of fare.
Meanwhile, on the floor below, sitting on the cold bare steps beside the door of the elevator, two white-faced women waited anxiously. All was silent in the high, narrow corridor except for the footsteps of passing nurses, and the occasional sharp cry of pain, or groan of weariness from some suffering patient. "That's him!" cried Myrtella hysterically as one of these cries reached her. "No, no.
Why, you went to Olaf van"... "Stop!" cried the girl furiously, and sprang at him panther-like so that he fell back again in confusion, stumbled and collapsed upon a divan, with upraised, warding arms. "You Greek rat! you skinny Greek rat! Be careful what you think to say to me to ME! to ME! Olaf van Noord the poor, white-faced corpse-man! He is only one of Said's mummies!
Do you mean to say that I don't feel for Miss Flora, bless her heart! quite as much as a white-faced looking swab like you? Why, I shall begin to think you are only fit for a marine." "Nay, uncle, now do not put yourself out of temper. You must be well aware that I could not mean anything disrespectful to you.
A tap upon this door brought a white-faced, pock-pitted Irish girl, who curtsied with servile recognition of the visitor, and ushered him upstairs. The room into which he was shown was a large one. It had three windows looking into the street, and was handsomely furnished. The carpet was soft, the candles were bright, and the supper tray gleamed invitingly from a table between the windows.
Mr Connor was smoking his pipe and reading the evening papers in his den at the back of the house; and the little, white-faced mother moved incessantly from room to room, no sooner settled in one place than she was seized with an anxious presentiment that she was needed elsewhere.
"That'll cover my flank nicely.... Butter-my-wig!" with kindling eyes on the battle, "but Mr. Joy's busy." "Come on, Blob!" yelled Kit. "Come along, boys!" roared the Parson. "Pretty work forrad, and plenty for all!" The Gentleman rose white-faced from his knees. "A moil a moil" he shouted, waving. Behind him Kit heard a yell, and the crash and scatter of men storming down the shingle-bank.
It was a miserably cruel letter, and it did its miserably cruel work on the heart of the little white-faced lady. She laid the letter down, drew from a box upon her table a photo, and laid it before her. It was of two young men in football garb, in all the glorious pride of their young manhood. Long she gazed upon it till she could see no more, and then went to pray.
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