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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"

Voices carried easily.
"Ah--what do you think of these--ah--Americans?" asked Lord Monckton,
as one compatriot to another, leaning toward the desk.
"I think them very kindly, very generous people; at least, those I have
met. Have you not found them so?"
"Quite so. I am enjoying myself immensely." Lord Monckton swung about
in the chair, his back to the veranda.
Thomas loosened his negligee linen-collar.
"Ah, really!" drifted into the room. Lord Monckton sleepily eying
Thomas, only heard the voice; he did not see, as Thomas did, the action
and gesture which accompanied the phrase. Kitty had put something into
her eye, squinted, and twisted an imaginary something a few inches
below her dimpled chin. It was a hoydenish trick, but Kitty had
enacted it for Lord Monckton's benefit. The women shouted with
laughter. Lord Monckton turned in time to see them troop into the
gardens. He turned again to Thomas, to find a grin upon that
gentleman's face.
[Illustration: It was a hoydenish trick.]
"Miss Killigrew is rather an unusual young person," was his comment.


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