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We're here." "Is is he in there?" "Where you see that lighted window upstairs." He tooted the horn vigorously as he drew up to the long, low porch. Two men dashed out from the doorway and clumsily assisted her from the car. "Go right in, Mrs. Wrandall," said Drake. "I join you in a jiffy." She walked between the two men into the feebly lighted office of the inn.
In God's name, do you think it was silly to me? Why why, I believed him! And, what is more, I believe that he DID love me even now I believe it." "I have no doubt of it," said Mrs. Wrandall calmly. "You are very pretty and charming." "I I did not know that he had a wife until well, until " She could not go on. "Night before last?" The girl shuddered. Mrs. Wrandall turned her face away and waited.
He was happier than he had been in days, and all because of Hetty Glynn! Leslie Wrandall did not arrive by the evening train. He telephoned late in the afternoon, not to Hetty but to Sara, to say that he was unavoidably detained and would not leave New York until the next morning. Something in his voice, in his manner of speaking, disturbed her.
"Would you say that, sir, if I were to submit proof that would make it look so black for Mrs. Wrandall that you couldn't very well doubt her complicity in the crime, even though you saw fit to let it go no further than these four walls?" Mr. Wrandall hesitated. A heavy frown appeared between his eyes; his fingers worked nervously on the arm of the chair. "I may say to you, Mr.
It was some time before Booth realised that she made but the slightest pretence of touching the food that was placed before her by the footman. And Leslie babbled on in blissful ignorance of, not to say disregard for, this strange ghost at the feast, for, to Booth's mind, the ghost of Challis Wrandall was there.
Wants my private ear about one thing and another see what I mean?" "We shall expect you, Brandon," said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing him with her lorgnette. "I'll come, thank you," said he. He felt disgustingly transparent under that inquisitive glass. Wrandall stepped out of the car. "I'll stop off for a chat with Brandy, mother." "Shall I send the car back, dear?" "Never mind. I'll walk down."
He observed the pallor that stole, into her warm, smooth cheeks as she regarded him fixedly for a long time before replying. "There is only one person in the world who can tell you, Brandon. It is for her to decide. I mean Sara Wrandall." He felt a queer, sickening sensation of uneasiness sneak into existence. In the back of his mind, a hateful fear began to shape itself.
While Miss Wrandall waited in Sara's reception hall on the tenth floor, the messenger, having traversed a more devious route, arrived with his message. Watson took the envelope and told him to wait. Five minutes passed. Miss Wrandall grew very uncomfortable under the persistent though complimentary gaze of the street urchin. He stared at her, wide-eyed and admiring, his tribute to the glorious.
I have not said anything, Brandon, to lead you to believe that I was in love with Challis Wrandall, have I?" His eyes softened. "No, you haven't. I I hope you will forget what I said. You see, I knew Wrandall's reputation. He had no sense of honour. He " "Well, I HAVE!" she said levelly. He flushed. "I am a beast! I'll put it in this way, then: Was he in love with you?" "You are still unfair.
I I suppose you are looked upon by these people here Leslie Wrandall and every one else, as a fine English gentleman, a cousin of the great Lord Murgatroyd. Are you?" "Confound you, Hetty, how dare you use such a tone in speaking to me?" he exclaimed. "They THINK you are a gentleman, do they?" "THINK? Why, dammit, I am a gentleman.
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