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| THE DUST FLOWER |
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| Books By BASIL KING |
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| The Dust Flower The Empty Sack Going West The City of Comrades Abraham’s Bosom The Lifted Veil The Side of the Angels The Letter of the Contract The Way Home The Wild Olive The Inner Shrine The Street Called Straight Let No Man Put Asunder In the Garden of Charity The Steps of Honor The High Heart |
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| HARPER & BROTHERS Established 1817 |
THEN SLOWLY, SLOWLY LETTY SANK ON HER KNEES, BOWING HER HEAD ON THE HANDS WHICH DREW HER CLOSER. [See p. 350]
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| THE DUST FLOWER |
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| Copyright, 1922 Harper & Brothers Printed in the U. S. A. |
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| First Edition |
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ILLUSTRATIONS
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| Then Slowly, Slowly Letty Sank on Her Knees, Bowing Her head on the Hands Which Drew Her Closer | Frontispiece |
| By the Time He Had Finished, His Heart Was a Little Eased and Some of Her Tenderness Began to Flow Toward Him | Facing page 68 |
| The Prince’s First Words Were Also a Distraction from Terrors, and Enchantments Which Made Her Feel Faint | Facing page 230 |
| “But By and By I Creeps Out and Down the Steps, and There ’E was, All ’Uddled Every Wye” | Facing page 328 |
THE DUST FLOWER
THE DUST FLOWER
It is not often that you see a man tear his hair, but this is exactly what Rashleigh Allerton did. He tore it, first, because of being under the stress of great agitation, and second, because he had it to tear—a thick, black shock with a tendency to part in the middle, but brushed carefully to one side. Seated on the extreme edge of one of Miss Walbrook’s strong, slender armchairs, his elbows on his knees, he dug his fingers into the dark mass with every fresh taunt from his fiancée.
She was standing over him, high-tempered, imperious. “So it’s come to this,” she said, with decision; “you’ve got to choose between a stupid, vulgar lot of men, and me.”
He gritted his teeth. “Do you expect me to give up all my friends?”
“All your friends! That’s another matter. I’m speaking of half a dozen profligates, of whom you seem determined—I must say it, Rash; you force me to it—of whom you seem determined to be one.”
He jumped to his feet, a slim, good-looking, well-dressed figure in spite of the tumbled effect imparted by excitement. “But, good heavens, Barbara, what have I been doing?”
“I don’t pretend to follow you there. I only know the condition in which you came here from the club last night.”
He was honestly bewildered. “Came here from the club last night? Why—why, I wasn’t so bad.”
Standing away from him, she twirled the engagement solitaire as if resisting the impulse to snatch it off. “That would be a question of point of view, wouldn’t it? If Aunt Marion hadn’t been here––”
“I’d only had––”
“Please, Rash! I don’t want to know the details.”
“But I want you to know them. I’ve told you