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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

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The Way of an Eagle

The Way of an Eagle

Dell, Ethel M.

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Fiction Anthologies

ISBN10: 1986811476
ISBN13: 9781986811477
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Mar 25 2018
Pages: 298
Weight: 0.88
Height: 0.62 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Excerpt: ...was beating with warm, vigorous life. She laughed aloud in sheer exultation, a low, merry laugh, and turned with Olga to march in triumphant procession from the field. In that instant from a gate a few yards away that led into the road there sounded the short, imperious note of a motor-horn, repeated many times in a succession of sharp blasts. Every one stood to view the intruder with startled curiosity for perhaps five seconds. Then there came a sudden squeal of rapture from Olga, and in a moment she had torn her arm free and was gone, darting like a swallow over the turf. Muriel stood looking after her, but she was as one turned to stone. She was no longer aware of the children grouped around her. She no longer saw the fleeting sunshine, or felt the drift of rain in her face. Something immense and suffocating had closed about her heart. Her racing pulses had ceased to beat. A figure familiar to her-a man's figure, unimposing in height, unremarkable in build, but straight, straight as his own sword-blade-had bounded from the car and scaled the intervening gate with monkey-like agility. He met the child's wild rush with one arm extended; the other-Muriel frowned sharply, peering with eyes half closed, then uttered a queer choked sound that had the semblance of a laugh-in place of the other arm there was an empty sleeve. Through the rush of the wind she heard his voice. Hullo, kiddie, hullo! Hope I don't intrude. I've come over on purpose to pay my respects. Olga's answer did not reach her. She was hanging round her hero's neck, and her head was down upon Nick's shoulder. It seemed to Muriel that she was crying, but if so, she received scant sympathy from the object of her solicitude. His cracked, gay laugh rang out across the field. What? Why, yesterday, to be sure. Spent the night in town. No, I know I didn't. Never meant to. Wanted to steal a march on you all. Why not? I say, is that-Muriel? For the first time he seemed to perceive...

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