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Armistead; and Sylvia was sure that she did not imagine the suppressed excitement in that lady's manner. But even while she was speculating and suspecting, she was led toward the drawing-room. It was late, her hostess explained; the other guests were waiting, so if they did not mind, the play would start at once. Celeste was to sit at that table over there, with Mr.
And he had had nobody since. He had just been beginning to feel close to his Uncle Armistead, and now Uncle Armistead was dead, too. And he had no sisters or brothers. He had no wife or children.... He was alone, and by that token he was free. No tie bound up the hope of others in him. Had he felt the sting of youth's rage to make things better?
The men are simply shivering in their boots they steal into the doctor's offices by the back-doors, and a whole car-load of the boys have been shipped off to Hot Springs to be boiled " And so on, while Mrs. Armistead revelled in the sensation of strolling down Main Street with Mrs. Douglas van Tuiver! Then Sylvia would go home, and get the newest reactions of the family to these horrors.
"It's curious " she began, and then passed. "What is curious?" She laughed. "Curious with what little ceremony I threw myself on your mercy; curious that you've been so tolerant with me; curious that you've no curiosity." "I never believe in being curious," he laughed. "When you're ready, you'll tell me and not before. "About what?" "About young Armistead, for instance." "We disagreed.
You see out of all that house party, there are only three or four left." She spoke of this wholesale selection and apportionment as though her topic had been apples. "Indeed?" Markham stopped smoking. "Who else?" he asked calmly. "Me," she said blushing prettily. "I mean I I and Reggie " "Reginald Armistead! I thought that he and Miss Challoner " "Oh, that's all off," she laughed.
"Oh, I'll promise anything," cried Reggie rapturously. The excellent Trevelyan watched them a moment in silence, and then lighting his cigarette slowly wandered away. Hermia and Armistead followed hand in hand, but not before Hermia had turned her head over her shoulder and whispered mischievously to Olga: "You can sit as many risks as you run, Olga, darling."
And whom should I marry? Surely not Reggie Armistead or Crosby Downs! Reggie and I have always fought like cats across a wire, and as for Crosby I would as life marry the great Cham of Tartary. No, dear, I'm not ready for marriage yet. I simply couldn't. There, there, don't cry. You've done your duty. I'm not worth bothering about. I'm not going to do anything dreadful.
Armistead started her machine, and this battle of hell-cats came to an end. Sylvia rode home in a daze, answering without hearing the prattle of the children. She was appalled at the emotions that possessed her that the sight of Frank Shirley riding down the street could have affected her so! She forgot Mrs. Armistead, she forgot the whole world, in her dismay over her own state of mind.
For on the cold morning of the birthday of the Father of his Country, old Armistead Beirne, whom three doctors had pronounced all but a well man, was found dead in his bed: and a few days later, by the probation of his will, it became known that of his fortune of some two hundred thousand dollars, he had left one-fifth to his eccentric nephew in the Dabney House.
Armistead and a word of thanks for her own hospitality. And he hoped to remain very cordially "John Markham." Hermia smiled as she finished it and then read it over again. The letter with its mixture of the formal and whimsical both pleased and reassured her.
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