United States or North Macedonia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to Sara Wrandall's hand; hot tears fell upon it. Mrs. Wrandall laid her free hand on the dark, glossy hair and smiled; smiled warmly for the first time in well, in years she might have said to herself if she had stopped to consider. "Get up, my dear," she said gently. "I shall not ask you to die for me if you DO come back.
To be perfectly honest with you, I don't believe she's accountable to any one but God in this matter. The law has no claim against her, except in a perfunctory way. I don't deny that it is only right and just that Wrandall's family should know the truth, if she chooses to reveal it to them. If she doesn't, I shall be the last to suggest it to her." "On that point I thoroughly agree with you.
"I fancy you haven't much to fear in that direction, my dear. It isn't in Leslie Wrandall's make-up to court a second repulse. He is all pride. The blow it suffered to-night can't be repeated at least, not by the same person." "I am so sorry it had to be Leslie," murmured Hetty. "Be nice to him, Hetty. He deserves that much of you, to say the least.
Not even his blunt reference to Challis Wrandall's connection with the affair found a vulnerable spot in her armour. "I shan't give it up, Sara," he said, at the end of his earnest harangue against the palpably unfair stand both she and Hetty were taking. "I mean to harass you, if you please, until I get what I'm after. It is of the most vital importance to me.
Wrandall's nerves, having Griggs lopping along like that, but there didn't seem to be any way out of it, nor was there the remotest likelihood that the groom himself might one day be spilled and broken in many places while engaged in this obnoxious espionage. Mr. Wrandall was grey because he was old, he was gaunt because he was old, and he usually was somewhat wistful for the same reason.
"Aviation field somewhere," said he in a vague sort of way. "Pau, I dare say. What are you doing here? I hear you've cut loose from Wrandall's sister-in-law. Was that a sensible thing to do?" "I fancy you've been misinformed," said she in an emotionless voice, but offered no further word of explanation.
Sara Wrandall's eyes widened ever so slightly, and one might have detected a sharp catch in her breath. "She called you up?" asked Smith, after a moment to collect his wits. Mr. Wrandall was not to be trapped. He had made up his mind to lie for Sara in this hour of need, and he had considered well his methods. "No. I called up the apartment." "How did you know she was at her apartment?"
Wrandall met him at the station and escorted him in a roundabout way to Southlook, carefully avoiding the main village thoroughfare and High street, where the fashionable colony was intrenched. Mr. Wrandall's attorney had been a fellow-passenger from town. If he was impressed, he did not once betray the fact during the four mile spin to Sara's.
Not once had the fear entered her soul that Sara would turn against her. Her trust in Wrandall's wife was infinite. In her simple, devoted heart she could feel no prick of dread so far as the present was concerned. The past was dreadful, but it was the past, and its loathsomeness was moderated by subtle contrast with the present. As for the future, it belonged to Sara Wrandall. It was safe.
Wrandall's hand to her lips and covered it with kisses. Long after she went to sleep, Sara Wrandall stood beside the bed, looking down at the pain-stricken face, and tried to solve the problem that suddenly had become a part of her very existence. "It is not friendship," she argued fiercely. "It is not charity, it is not humanity. It's the debt I owe, that's all.
Word Of The Day