Armitage sank down on a leather
couch as Shirley flung the portieres together with a sharp rattle of the
rod rings.
She walked toward the hall door as her father and mother entered from the
veranda.
"All, Miss Claiborne! Your father and mother picked me up and brought me
in out of the rain. Your Storm Valley is giving us a taste of its
powers."
And Shirley went forward to greet Baron von Marhof.
CHAPTER XVII
A GENTLEMAN IN HIDING
Oh, sweetly fall the April days!
My love was made of frost and light,
Of light to warm and frost to blight
The sweet, strange April of her ways.
Eyes like a dream of changing skies,
And every frown and blush I prize.
With cloud and flush the spring comes in,
With frown and blush maids' loves begin;
For love is rare like April days.
--L. Frank Tooker.
Mrs. Claiborne excused herself shortly, and Shirley, her father and the
Ambassador talked to the accompaniment of the shower that drove in great
sheets against the house. Shirley was wholly uncomfortable over the turn
of affairs. The Ambassador would not leave until the storm abated, and
meanwhile Armitage must remain where he was.
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