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She had hardly fallen asleep when a crash of thunder split the night and woke her. As it rolled angrily away she quickly raised the window-curtain. The heavens were frenzied. She looked toward the river.
If you sneaked on Harriet, I could never trust you again, now could I?" She got up as she spoke, folded her work, picked up the chair, arranged the window-curtain, moved the tray, and put the table back in its place, at the same time remarking: "I shall take these things downstairs now, and go for a run." She left Aunt Victoria with much to reflect upon.
Lee drew up the window-curtain, and in the gray morning light sat down to break the seal and read the following letter: "Washington, 2nd April. "My dear Mrs. Lee, "This letter will only come into your hands in case there should be a necessity for your knowing its contents. Nothing short of necessity would excuse my writing it.
As I write here, at my bedroom table, I have only to stretch out an arm and raise the window-curtain to see the thick-planted garden budding and breathing and growing in the silvery silence.
From time to time he groaned softly, and turned from one cheek to the other. Every half-hour or so he let his window-curtain fly up, and lay watching the landscape fleeting past; and then he pulled the curtain down again and tried to sleep. After passing Albany he dozed, but at Poughkeepsie a zealous porter called him by mistake, and the rest of the way to New York he sat up in the smoking-room.
But the window-curtain somehow needed adjustment just at that moment, and the haste with which she rose to attend to this little matter or something else caused a most lovely pink flush to overspread her cheeks. Bob saw it; perhaps he knew exactly what caused it; but if he did he was too much of a gentleman to show that he had noticed it.
Without shame he brought his opera-glasses and employed them from the cover of his window-curtain. A nutmeg geranium! With the true poetic instinct he dragged a book of useless information from his shelves, and tore open the leaves at "The Language of Flowers." "Geranium, Nutmeg I expect a meeting." So! Romance never does things by halves.
Picture, whom she had chanced upon in Sapps Court, and found so strange a truth about, lay under that face-cloth on the bed. She moved the window-curtain for a stronger light, and uncovered the marble stillness of the face. The kerchief tied beneath the chin ran counter to her preconceptions, but no doubt it was all right. Ruth would know. She did not look long.
Tilda stood with her back to the doorway and a couple of paces from it, surveying a table laid so far as Sir Miles's stock of glass and cutlery allowed for a dinner-party of eight. She was draped from the waist down in a crimson window-curtain, which spread behind her in a full-flowing train.
Bridget sniffed audibly. "She reg'larly thrun herself at his head," said Mary spitefully. "Did I indeed?" said Nanny, emerging from behind the window-curtain. "Brian here could tell yous a different story. He's been beggin' an' prayin' this half-hour, an' I haven't give him an answer yet." "Ah, but you will!" said Brian, with an ingratiating smile.
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