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A tall, burly officer was passing in the same uniform which De Catinat wore. He turned at once, and came smiling towards his comrade. "Ah, Amory, you have covered a league or two from the dust on your coat!" "We are fresh from Paris. But I am called on business. This is my friend, Monsieur Amos Green.
"Sir Francis Clavering is tired of Parliament," Pen said, wincing, "and and I rather wish to attempt that career. The rest of the story is at least premature." "I wonder, when you had Laura at home, you could take up with such an affected little creature as that," the old lady continued. "I am very sorry Miss Amory does not please your ladyship," said Pen, smiling.
I'm thankful to you for telling me. Somehow I couldn't ask properly when I was face to face with her brother. You can't talk to him. I never knew where or how it was. I wanted to find out if if it was all right with her. I wanted to know she hadn't suffered." "So did I," Miss Amory answered. "And that was what they told me." She passed her withered hand across her face.
"His name, then, is Amory Munson Byrd!" "Amory Mun " " son Byrd!" "You mean I'm in with you?" "I mean just that, O fortunate youth! Forward, sir! Allow me to conduct you to your apartment!" And, putting his arm through Clint's, he dragged that astonished youth into dormitory. "What's that awful noise?" asked Clint startledly, looking up from his book.
George's spirit of adventure had another name; and though theoretically his sympathies leaped to the look in his friend's eyes, yet he found himself wondering practically what effect romance would be having upon their enterprise. After all, from a newspaper point of view, to relinquish any part of the adventure was a kind of tragedy, and it cost Amory something to emphasize his assent.
Last night only, as we were dancing, she said " "What did she say?" Pen cried, starting up in great wrath. But he saw his own meaning more clearly than Foker, and broke off with a laugh "Well, never mind what she said, Harry. Miss Amory is a clever girl, and says numbers of civil things to you to me, perhaps and who the deuce knows to whom besides? Nothing's settled, old boy.
"But we have stolen a chart," announced Jarvo with great simplicity, "not knowing what thing might befall." St. George wrenched at the handle of the cab door. He had a glimpse of Amory within, just ringing the elevator bell, and he bundled the two little men into the lobby and dashed up to him. "Come on, old Amory," he told him exultingly. "Heaven on earth, put out that pipe and pack.
George pleasantly, "you wanted to go somewhere and you called it Clusium. You wanted an adventure and you thought Clusium was the name of it." "I know," said Amory shamelessly, "and there are no end of names for it. But it's always the same thing. Excepting this." "Excepting this," St.
He was immensely struck by her beauty and was inwardly overjoyed when Michael Amory introduced him to her. He had not engaged himself for supper because there had been no one with whom he cared to spend the time, except Margaret, and she was engaged to Michael. Now that he had obtained an introduction to Mrs. Mervill, he was delighted to attend to her wants.
George and Balator in the place appointed. A guard came to conduct him, and he crossed to his seat and sank down with the look that could be made to mean whatever Amory meant. "I expect to be served," murmured the journalist in him, "by beautiful tame megatheriums, in sashes. And is that glyptodon salad?" St. George's eyes were upon the guests, so tranquilly seated, aware of the hour.
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