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Yet--yet--well, I don't know how it was, but it made my blood boil." "How did the hawk and the pigeon come in ?" Sir Nathaniel's voice was soft and soothing, nothing of contradiction or overdone curiosity in it--a tone eminently suited to win confidence.
"I can hardly explain.

I can only say that he looked like a hawk and she like a dove--and, now that I think of it, that is what they each did look like; and do look like in their normal condition." "That is so!" came the soft voice of Sir Nathaniel.
Adam went on: "Perhaps that early Roman look of his set me off.

But I wanted to protect her; she seemed in danger." "She seems in danger, in a way, from all you young men.

I couldn't help noticing the way that even you looked--as if you wished to absorb her!" "I hope both you young men will keep your heads cool," put in Mr.Salton.
"You know, Adam, it won't do to have any quarrel between you, especially so soon after his home-coming and your arrival here.