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"Peter adores Cherry–" And then she knew. Even while the sick suspicion formed itself, vague and menacing and horrible, in her heart, she knew the truth of it. And though for hours she was to weigh it and measure it, to remember and question and compare all the days and hours that she and Peter and Cherry had been together; from the moment the thought was born she knew that it was to be with her as an accepted fact for all time to come.Alexandra Strickland, coming down the stairway of the valley house on an April evening, glanced curiously at the door. Her eyes moved to the old clock, and a smile tugged involuntarily at the corners of her mouth. Only eight o’clock, but the day had been so long and so quiet that she had fancied that the hour was much later, and had wondered who knocked so late. She crossed to the door and opened it to darkness and rain, and to a man in a raincoat, who whipped off a spattered cap and stood smiling in the light of the lamp she held. cheap gun belt
Instantly, with a sort of gasp of surprise and pleasure and some deeper emotion, she set down the lamp, and held out her hands gropingly and went into his arms. He laughed joyously as he kissed her, and for a minute they clung together. "Peter!" she said. "You angel–when did you arrive and what are you doing, and tell me all about it!" "But, Alix–you’re thin!" Peter said, holding her at arm’s length. "And–and–" He gently touched the black she wore, and fixed puzzled and troubled eyes upon her face. "Alix–" he asked, apprehensively. For answer she tried to smile at him, but her lips trembled and her eyes brimmed. western belt buckles She had led the way into the old sitting room now, and Peter recognized, with a thrill of real feeling, the shabby rugs and books and pictures, and the square piano beside which he had watched Cherry’s fat, childish hand on the scales so many times, and Alix scowling over her songs. "You heard–about Dad?" Alix faltered now, turning to face him at the mantel. "Your father!" Peter said, shocked. "But hadn’t you heard, Peter?" "My dear–my dearest child, I’m just off the steamer. I got in at six o’clock. I’d been thinking of you all the time, and I suddenly decided to cross the bay and come straight on to the valley, before I even went to the club or got my mail! Tell me–your father–" She had knelt before the cold hearth, and he knelt beside her, and they busied themselves with logs and kindling in the old way. A blaze crept up about the logs and Alix accepted Peter’s handkerchief and wiped a streak of soot from her wrist, quite as if she was a child again, as she settled herself in her chair. mens belts
Peter took the doctor’s chair, keeping his concerned and sympathetic eyes upon her. "He was well one day," she said, simply, "and the next–the next, he didn’t come downstairs, and Hong waited and waited–and about nine o’clock I went up–and he had fallen–he had fallen–" She was in tears again and Peter put his hand out and covered hers and held it. Their chairs were touching, and as he leaned forward, their faces might almost have touched, too. "He must have been going to call someone," said Alix, after a while, "they said he never suffered at all. This was January, the last day, and Cherry got here that same night. He knew us both toward morning. And that–that was all.

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