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mohsen maghsoudlou jafari BEETS. CHAPTER XIII The Birthday Party,"But what do you fear, brother? What could have happened to her?","Oh, what about Dido and her meeting you?","Dead?",The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition.，"Then," said Frank, moistening his dry lips, "you have the will, Mr. Maddoc?"，"Have you seen a letter," cried Mr Lawrence, "a broad piece of paper folded into four lying in the road?"，These directions were obeyed at once. The house, the grounds, the whole wild night with its driving tempest became radiant with lights and alive with terrified men. That a human being should be murdered was sufficiently ghastly without this crowning horror of a missing body coming after. Every man looked on his fellow with suspicion; in the yellow light of the lanterns, dimly through the steady downpour of rain, could be seen pallid faces and scared expressions. And while the men folk scoured the house, the park, and the adjacent lanes environing "Ashantee," the female servants, unnerved and hysterical, crowded together in the kitchen, whispering over hastily prepared tea. It was a wild night, and full of the vague horrors of death and mystery."Don't the people seem funny-looking?" said Judith, blinking at the gayly dressed crush at the theater entrance. "They all seem like actors in a play, with the twinkly electric lights and the streaky yellow sunset behind those big buildings."

“Isn’t it my turn now, Johnny Blossom?”,"I wonder what she was going to say?" she thought, as she went slowly up to Judith's room, where she was to spend the night. "It can't be my imagination this time, for she actually did start to speak, and then stopped." She frowned and then her face cleared. "What a stupid I am—always getting up in the air about trifles! Doris Leighton is tired to death, and wanted to get home. She was just as pleasant as ever, even though she didn't have time or strength to be as sociable as she'd liked. If she hadn't felt an interest in Elinor, she'd not troubled to bring her keys back tonight. I hope she makes good with her prize study, now that she's gotten an idea for it. She's a stunning worker when she goes at it.","There it is!" said Miss Acton. "Give me a sea as smooth as our lawn, and I will accompany you, my dear.","Good idea," agreed his neighbor. "Here, you best set down and have a cup of coffee and I'll saddle him, myself.",Mr Lawrence looked startled when this toast was begun; but he composed his face as Short proceeded, and when everybody was extending his glass to him and wishing him all the good-luck that Short desired, he was receiving the general salutation with a composed smile and an air of courteous appreciation.,"You are sure of that?" demanded Jen, anxiously.,"In the house of Major Jen. In a little room, on the wall, with swords and axes.",David swore.,"Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself.,"Good, good!" cried the old fellow, and rolling across to his friend, he grasped him by the hand, and held on, looking at his friend with a face a-work with emotion, with an expression indeed that seemed perilously close to further dry sobs.,The approaching terror had drifted into the shadow again. Suddenly, so near that it fairly seemed to scorch the frowsy top of the sapling to which he was hanging, a weird blue light twisted upward almost in Billy's eyes. At the same moment a tiny hoot-owl, sleeping off its early evening's feed in the cedar close beside the boys, woke up and gave a ghostly cry. It was too much for overstrained nerves to stand. Billy felt Fatty's form quiver and leap even before his agonized howl fell on his ears—a cry which he and Maurice may have echoed, for all he knew.,He was silent for a time. "Just as you like," he said at length. "If his comin' annoys you, dear, you tell him so.".