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The Old Blood

Chapter 2 TWO GIRLS ON A TRAIN

Word Count: 1478    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

nkment, the hotel that Philip had chosen was a small one, where a truly English headwaiter, who was not trying to conceal a Ger

" said the young woma

do just as I please," Phil replied; and she unb

rde of tourists, rising at dawn to make sightseeing a diligent business, who are assiduously cultivated by shopkeepers if somewhat neglected by the nobility. When he moved on the Tower, Westminster Abbey, or Oxford, he made no

hould have the compartment to himself, when two young women appeared, both a trifle short of breath. So impressionable a tourist as himself could not fail to notice tha

y rate!" she gasped,

"But your run has given you a lovely colour!" she added admiringly. If the one wished to be shown up

though," said the beautiful one, as Ph

particular way she holds her fingers when she shepherds strands of hair were more awkward, possibly fewer strands would need attention in public. There is something confidential in these quick fondling movements which have drawn a reader's eyelashes above the margin of a newspaper ma

rands of hair, but they did not concern her. It

is going when I like the other way!" she

s so thoughtful!" said the ot

read his paper diligently. When they had left the chimney pots behind, he found that the plain one's objection to riding the way that the train was going apparently no longer applied;

bi-lingual facility which does not mean an interlarding of words but bursts of sentences. They criticised and compa

ght nose and expressive mouth, with its full lips and the oval chin-a classic type of its kind; the other with chestnut hair also in masses, but brushed unbecomingly back from the high, broad forehead, the large, black-brown eyes wide apart, a squarish chin a

hich one of the two was speaking. Both voices were pleasant, though the beautiful girl's voice

read. Besides, that sort of thing is not done in England, or, for that, matter, in America, as a rule, on short train journeys. Except for that one glance fr

Truckleford again, shan't

see Uncle Arthur waiting o

enriette, my dear,

m declaring that he must be about their seventeenth de

hey exclaim

he English use really. There are many kinds of reallys: forbidding, surprised, sceptical, inqu

my sixteenth cousin and you are Henriette and Helen Ribot, and my father, the R

plain one, thoughtfully, looking toward Henri

d her eyes were sparkling into his in a way that made it dif

chievous, her eyes said. But she did it delightfully, and Helen, who held out her ha

on that it was y

hy

closer scrutiny of his features, and she ad

to say. Helen looked from one to the other, listening. It seemed her natural role. Phil almost forgot her existence unti

iette, now I have you I'll not let you go all summer. You can do your painting here."

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