. The voice in the rice . man ? d ^/( He looked inquiringly at Sir Peter,who bowed and facetiously asked whomelse Lord Nairn could suspect. Thewords were no sooner out of his mouththan there resounded in the hall a crash-ing chord of loud, sweet, negro voices;and to a wild chorus with a barbaricand thundering rhythm that set mypulses and almost my feet furiously go-ing the company filed through doubledoors rolled wide open into the adjoin-ing room. A hand clutched my arm and I lookeddown into the brown, monkey eyes ofLady Wrenn. Good luck, she cried gaily. Thiswill be a blessed day in Heaven t
. The voice in the rice . man ? d ^/( He looked inquiringly at Sir Peter,who bowed and facetiously asked whomelse Lord Nairn could suspect. Thewords were no sooner out of his mouththan there resounded in the hall a crash-ing chord of loud, sweet, negro voices;and to a wild chorus with a barbaricand thundering rhythm that set mypulses and almost my feet furiously go-ing the company filed through doubledoors rolled wide open into the adjoin-ing room. A hand clutched my arm and I lookeddown into the brown, monkey eyes ofLady Wrenn. Good luck, she cried gaily. Thiswill be a blessed day in Heaven to poorLady Nairn. I thanked her and moved on with SirPeter. They had made an altar of whiteroses at one end of the room and a greatwedding-bell of the same, and thewhole room was a bower of palm a branches and roses. Doctor Norton, in ¥V ?his surplice, stood before the altar withhis thumb in a prayer-book. Sir Peter,,„,,, and I took our position at his left, but Cw^h , at some distance to one side, and so re- [ 14^ ].
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