Marian could only lie by the fire and tease Empressand fret the endless hours away | [Frontispiece] |
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On the edge of the opposite bank stood the quaintest,prettiest group that her eyes had ever beheld | [62] |
"Well, Captain Lathrop!" Commodore McCloskey'svoice rang merciless and clear | [138] |
Marian was on her knees by his chair, clasping hiscold hands in her own | [234] |
The Hallowell Partnership
CHAPTER I
WHEN SLOW-COACH GOT HIS FIGHTING CHANCE
"Rod!"
No answer.
"Rod, what did that messenger boy bring? A special-delivery letter? Is it anything interesting?" Marian Hallowell pushed Empress from her knee and turned on her pillows to look at Roderick, her brother, who sat absorbed and silent at his desk.
Roderick did not move. Only Empress cocked a topaz eye, and rubbed her orange-tawny head against Marian's chair.
"Rod, why don't you answer me?" Marian's thin hands twitched. A sharp, fretted line deepened across her pretty, girlish forehead. It was not a pleasant line to see. And through her long, slow convalescence it had grown deeper every day.
"Roderick Hallowell!"