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The windows remained dark, and the only sounds on the quiet side street were the wind in the wet trees and the sizzle of the arc light above her head.,"How do you mean they seem scared of Jacobs?","When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?",CHAPTER II GETTING ACQUAINTED,“Did she? And how many did Aunt Grenertsen get?”,Zalhambra was a vaudeville artist. His was the star act on each bill. He was undeniably a genius; it needed but a few bars of fortissimo plus crescendo to realize that he was a virtuoso of the first rank. When he played a Rag the audience shouted with delight; but when he sprinkled torrential cadenzas through the dizzying syncopation, like some mighty giant tossing meteors into a handful of fire-crackers, something like an electric shock stirred his hearers.,"Why don't you? The Sand-sharkers aren't above doin' it, are they?",Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"Willium, are you lyin' to me? If you are it's goin' to be the costliest lie you ever told.",There was a stir in the room. His mother stood—May Nell, too—and the cat stretched lazily on the couch. Sister Edith followed the guests to the porch, as did his mother and the little girl—the room was empty! He opened the kitchen door, tried to hasten noiselessly, yet thought he clattered like a threshing machine. Into the living-room he crept, and lumbered softly up the stairs that seemed a mile long.,Again silence was necessary, for if Miguel was coming it would not be long before his arrival. Come he did and only a few yards from them. Bob held his breath until Miguel passed them and reached the river level. There he put down his package, which Bob noticed he handled with the utmost care. But this did not impress the boy as much as did the next move of the man under observation. Going up to a rock which showed itself above the ground, he knelt and began scooping away the sand from one side of it. After a few moments of this work he evidently found what he had been digging for, because he picked some objects out of the hole he had made and laid them at his side.,quotes Geoffrey, in a low tone, that has something in it almost startling, so full is it of deep and earnest feeling..