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I'll tell you what I'll do, Nettie I'll take home the treacle, if you'll make me some to-night for supper." "O I can't, Barry! I've got so much else to do, and it's Saturday night." "Very good get your things home yourself then." Barry turned away, and Nettie made her bargains. He still stood by however and watched her.
That evening Miss Barry gave Diana a silver bangle bracelet and told the senior members of the household that she had unpacked her valise. "I've made up my mind to stay simply for the sake of getting better acquainted with that Anne-girl," she said frankly. "She amuses me, and at my time of life an amusing person is a rarity." Marilla's only comment when she heard the story was, "I told you so."
"After you come all this way you're going to run away from Barry? And him not half your size?" "I'm going out to meet him," answered Mac Strann. Haw-Haw Langley started up as if he feared Mac Strann would change his mind if there were any delay. His long fingers twisted together, as if to bring the blood into circulation about the purple knuckles.
And so thought Henry Evans as both he and Nicholas sallied forth; the former to report to the gallant O'Neill, and the latter to re-enter the house already so often referred to, where Barry agreed to join him when he had seen the hero of Ridgeway.
After that, Santa Paloma heard only occasional rumors: Barry had a position on a New York paper, and Hetty was studying in a dramatic school; there was a baby; there were financial troubles, and Barry was drinking again; then Hetty was dead, and Barry, fearing the severe eastern winters for the delicate baby, was coming back to Santa Paloma.
"What makes you so sober, Paul?" asked his mother, as he entered the room. "You are home early." "Yes, I sold all my papers, and thought I would take an early dinner, so as to be on hand in time for the first afternoon papers." "Don't you feel well?" "Tiptop; but I've had a good offer, and I'm thinking whether I can accept it." "What sort of an offer?" "George Barry wants to sell out his stand."
"I have but little more to say to you, Barry," she continued, "and that little is about the property. You will have it all, but a small sum of money " Here Anty was interrupted by a knock at the door, and the entrance of the widow.
They lifted the blanket covering the sandbagged entrance, passed through a dark corridor and came into a cellar, lit by lanterns, swinging from the roof, and by candles everywhere upon ledges or upon improvised candlesticks. No sooner had they come into the light, than Barry saw across the room his friend, Dr. Gregg, his coat off, and his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows.
His attentions were backed by gifts of diamonds, pearls, and other valuables, and it was at this period that Boehmer, the jeweller, first received the order for that famous necklace, which subsequently produced such dreadful consequences, and which was originally meant as a kingly present to the intended Queen, though afterwards destined for Du Barry, had not the King died before the completion of the bargain for it.
Why, he started with a cracked spark-plug that was spitting like a tom-cat, the carburetor popping from too lean a mixture, and a half filled radiator boiling away merrily. It was stopping to get those things fixed up, and having some air pumped into the spare tire, that made us so late." "You see!" says Barry. "She admits it. Wonderful girl though, Ann.
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