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In the hall the sweet-faced, silver-haired old lady, in her neat black and white cap greeted me, holding both my hands and pressing them for a moment, apparently unable to utter a word. I had expected to find her unwell; but, on the contrary, she seemed quite as active as usual, notwithstanding the senile decay which I knew had already laid its hand heavily upon her.
Ordinarily this would have been a subject on which Steve would have found plenty to say, but his mind was occupied with what he had just heard, and he sat silent while the silver-haired patron of sport opposite prattled on respecting current form. Steve felt stunned. It was unthinkable that this thing had really occurred. Mr. Keggs, sipping beer, discussed the coming fight.
Lady John filled it once, filled it twice, and turned the contents out each time into the gaping pot. Then, absent-mindedly, she paused, eyeing the approaching party, that genial silver-haired despot, her husband, walking with Lord Borrodaile, the gawky girl between them, except when she paused to practise a drive.
Valiant or pot-valiant, great was his relief at finding himself clasped, instead of by a loathsome spectre, by a silver-haired man of noble presence, yet with a countenance indescribably haggard and anxious. "Come, my son," he cried, "hasten whither the rewards of thy intrepidity await thee. Impouch the purse of Fortunatus! Indue the signet of Solomon!" The young man hesitated.
Once, long ago, in a little town that lay in the midst of high hills and wild forests, a party of shepherds sat one night in the kitchen of the inn talking over old times, and telling of the strange things that had befallen them in their youth. Presently up spoke the silver-haired Father Martin.
We do not even in our humbler condition, always realize, this do not see how the quiet waning life in the old arm-chair gives dignity and serenity to the home, till the end comes till the silver-haired presence is withdrawn.
The sixth day came Guacanagari, and sat in the room and talked sorrowfully. Caonabo, Gwarionex, Behechio, Cotubanama, said, "Were these or were these not gods, yet would they fight!" The Admiral said, "The Future is the god. But there are burrs on his skirt!" Guacanagari at last would depart. He stood beside the bed and the silver-haired great cacique from heaven.
Looking round benevolently at Ellen and back at Lieutenant Poppy, she exclaimed: "I'm a lucky woman to have two daughters given me in one week." She was behaving like an old mother in an advertisement, like the silver-haired old lady who leads the home circle in its orgy of eating Mackintosh's toffee or who reads the Weekly Telegraph in plaques at railway-stations.
'Clarence! whispered a voice from the sofa. 'Yes, father? The silver-haired old man gasped for utterance. 'I've lost my little veto, he said, brokenly, at length. 'Where did you see it last? asked Clarence, ever practical. 'It's that fellow Rackstraw! cried the old man, in feeble rage. 'That bounder Rackstraw! He's the man behind it all. The robber! 'Clarence! It was his mother who spoke.
I was evidently expected, for as the carriage stopped the great doors flew open and I could see into the dim and splendid hall. A silver-haired, stately old servant led me along through a row of powdered footmen, down a passage all dimly lit with heavily shaded lights.
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