‘Aye, sir. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. ” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory to waste time in scolding. CHAPTER XXIV. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare.
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