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A Pair of Patient Lovers

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1770    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

out Burymouth, and the piano of Miss Phyllis Desmond lingered in his mind like the memory of a love one has outlived. He went to the golf links every morning in a red coat

ward in its glazed or canopied veranda till it was time to go to afternoon tea at somebody else's cottage, where he chatted about

not less simple instincts, and the black coat which Gaites put on for supper was never of the evening-dress convention. Once when he had been out canoeing on the river very late, his hostess ma

int; and in cottages on the river, not to say a great deal of the surf on the rocks. But it was easy to resp

to the freight-depot every day, and see what had become of Phyllis Desmond's piano; and she had not dared write before, because it had been most unaccountably delayed there for the three days that had now passed. Only that morning, however, she had gone down herself with Birkwall; and it showed what a woman could do when she took anything in hand. Without knowing of her approach except by telepathy

rming, and at once took a vivid interest in the affair of the piano. She accepted in its entirety his theory of its being a bir

I ordered expressed from Chicago a week ago. If you're not doing anything this morning-the tide isn't in till noon, and there'll be

uld plead a providential indisposition rathe

, "I can get June Alber to go too, and

ity herself, and much more energetically if not more sincerely, for it seemed that the agent had not been able to learn anything about her trunk, and was unwilling even to prophesy concerning it. Gaites left him to question at

actually found it standing on the platform, as if it had just been put out of the freight-car which was still on the siding at the door. He

and greased overalls who was contemplating the inscriptio

ority to make this demand, and responded mildly

that it's been lying two or three days at Burymouth, instead of going on to Lower Merritt, as it ought to have done at once

ial whale in disguise, and answered in a tone of dreamy suggestion: "Must have got shifted i

the express agent to crawl flaccidly into his den at the end of the

dress on the piano-case. She did look at it; then she looked at Gaites's face, into

aimed and ques

dded conf

re in time for the po

dded

there was nothing large enough to measure them with, and perhaps bec

hame! They'll never get over it in the world; and when it comes lagging alo

ug, to the man in the silk cap, and he

terness that was a great comfort to Gaites. "Wh

out it," he answered, referring h

o freight out, n

idence in the world in any human express company, I w

ted. "Besides, I don't suppose they'd allow us to take it

g. Why shouldn't they telegraph? They ought to telegraph! If they let things go wandering round the earth at this rat

erstand the case, and to feel its hardship, he had his scru

for the telegram," M

on-master. "It might look as if I was m

elf!" she blazed. "There's nothing t

you," the statio

telegraph blanks toward her, and consumed t

yllis D

Merrit

uth, where delayed four days. Sent by mistake to Kent Harb

" she asked Gaites, submi

id, not so wholly hiding the misgiving

everything,

es

l; sign i

I

She doesn'

ther," said Gaites. He a

ismal name gave away her romantic and impulsive generation-Elaine W. Maze "Now," she tr

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