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  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
The Daffodil Mystery

The Daffodil Mystery

Wallace, Edgar

Paperback

Mystery & Thriller

ISBN10: 1530227992
ISBN13: 9781530227990
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Feb 25 2016
Pages: 114
Weight: 0.36
Height: 0.24 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
I am afraid I don't understand you, Mr. Lyne. Odette Rider looked gravely at the young man who lolled against his open desk. Her clear skin was tinted with the faintest pink, and there was in the sober depths of those grey eyes of hers a light which would have warned a man less satisfied with his own genius and power of persuasion than Thornton Lyne. He was not looking at her face. His eyes were running approvingly over her perfect figure, noting the straightness of the back, the fine poise of the head, the shapeliness of the slender hands. He pushed back his long black hair from his forehead and smiled. It pleased him to believe that his face was cast in an intellectual mould, and that the somewhat unhealthy pastiness of his skin might be described as the pallor of thought. Presently he looked away from her through the big bay window which overlooked the crowded floor of Lyne's Stores. He had had this office built in the entresol and the big windows had been put in so that he might at any time overlook the most important department which it was his good fortune to control. Now and again, as he saw, a head would be turned in his direction, and he knew that the attention of all the girls was concentrated upon the little scene, plainly visible from the floor below, in which an unwilling employee was engaged. She, too, was conscious of the fact, and her discomfort and dismay increased. She made a little movement as if to go, but he stopped her. You don't understand, Odette, he said. His voice was soft and melodious, and held the hint of a caress. Did you read my little book? he asked suddenly. She nodded. Yes, I read-some of it, she said, and the colour deepened on her face. He chuckled. I suppose you thought it rather curious that a man in my position should bother his head to write poetry, eh? he asked. Most of it was written before I came into this beastly shop, my dear-before I developed into a tradesman! She made no reply, and he looked at her curiously. What did you think of them? he asked. Her lips were trembling, and again he mistook the symptoms. I thought they were perfectly horrible, she said in a low voice. Horrible! He raised his eyebrows. How very middle-class you are, Miss Rider! he scoffed. Those verses have been acclaimed by some of the best critics in the country as reproducing all the beauties of the old Hellenic poetry.

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