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On his face was the look of a man who had a duty to perform and who intended to go through with it come what might. On the opposite side of the room stood Willits with two young men, his most intimate friends. They had followed him out of the ballroom to learn the cause of his sudden outburst, and so far had only heard Willits's side of the affair.
"Not yet, Willits, but it will right away everybody is on the floor now," returned Harry, his eyes in search of something to hold Kate's refreshment. "Then it is my dance, Harry. I thought the reel was to be just before supper or I would have hunted Miss Kate up." "So it is," laughed Harry, catching up an empty plate from the serving table and moving to where the ices were spread.
If she had only told Willits herself of her betrothal and not waited to surprise him before the assembled guests, it would have been fairer and spared every one this scene.
Harry edged nearer to the patient, his eyes seeking for some move of life. All his anger had faded. Willits, his face ablaze with drink and rage, his eyes flashing, his strident voice ringing out even Kate's shocked, dazed face, no longer filled his mind. It was the suffering man trembling on the verge of eternity, shot to death by his own ball that appealed to him.
He moved toward the dark girl as he spoke and Willits followed. "Then I'll have to come some other day to get the roses," they heard Callandar say. "But remember I haven't a single flower in the office. So it will have to be soon." "At any time," answered the girl, flushing slightly. "No flowers?" repeated the minister, a little fussily, "dear me, I will speak to my sister.
Moorlands without old Alec would hive been a wheel without a hub. As a distinct feature of all these preparations and this was the best part of the programme Harry was to meet Kate at the outer gate supported by half a dozen of his young friends and hers Dr. Teackle, Mark Gilbert, Langdon Willits, and one or two others while Mrs. Rutter, Mrs. Cheston, Mrs.
The sight of her, the touch of her, the whole soul-shattering nearness of her beauty meant constant conflict; all the fiercer since it must be unsuspected. Willits, the only man who had been told the truth, watched the fight with admiration, sharply touched with anxiety.
Who Langdon Willits's grandmother was, or whether he had any grandmother at all, did not concern her in the least. She rather admired the young Albemarle Sound girl for walking boldly into the Willits family low born as she was and making them respect her. But none of Peggy's outspoken warnings nor any of St.
This, summed up, meant that the colonel was a tyrant, Willits a vulgarian, and Harry a hot-headed young knight, who, having been forced into a position where he could neither breathe nor move, had gallantly fought his way out.
He was out of the room and the door shut behind him before Temple could frame a reply. St. George shot an anxious, inquiring look at Teackle, who nodded his head in assent, and the two hurried from the room and across the expanse of white crash, Willits striding ahead, Harry at his heels, St. George and the doctor following close behind.
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