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"It's just a notion of theirs," replied Montgomery with sudden drunken loyalty. "And I'll say this money never come so easy and stuff to drink! Andy's got it scattered all about the place; there ain't many bars in this here town stocked up like his rooms!" The judge devoted a moment to a close scrutiny of his caller. "You are some sort of a relative of Mr.
I've that deep feeling about duty that I think it ought only to be talked about in church, and in such sacred places as that; not to have a common caller startling one with it, even though she was an early friend of your mother's. And as if I did not look after you quite as much as I look after Cynthia!
The idea appealed to us; and, the day being Saturday and the apples all picked, we betook ourselves to the orchard to compose our epistles, Cecily having first sent word by a convenient caller to Sara Ray, that she, too, might have a letter ready.
Suppose he were to tell the white-haired landlady all about it to tell her that a caller had scratched her hand on a nail, had later had the bad luck to put her foot through a rotten stair, and that he himself, in an old house full of squeaks and creaks and whispers, had heard a minute noise and had bolted from it in fright what would she think of him? That he was mad, of course.... Pshaw!
"I am that man." The caller smiled generously. "Indeed, sir?" he said. "A very nice bit of reading, I'm sure. And what might your name be, now, sir? I can always talk free-er to a man when I know what his name is." "So can I," answered Spargo. "My name is Spargo Frank Spargo. What's yours?" "Name of Webster, sir William Webster. I farm at One Ash Farm, at Gosberton, in Oakshire.
She began to be just a little afraid that she might give way altogether and make Miss Kendall think she was quite mad. But apparently the church call was drawing to a close. The caller once more consulted her notebook and arose. "Four calls," she said with a satisfied air. "I wonder if I couldn't put down five. You said there wasn't a Miss Turner here?" "No, unless she came recently.
As a matter of fact Uncle Ezra could have lost that sum several times over, and not have felt it except in the anguish of his mind. When the caller had gone, Uncle Ezra seemed rather cheerful, much to the amazement of Aunt Samantha. She could not understand it. At the same time her husband appeared to be worried about something.
Hopalong ripped it open and Red, looking as fierce and worried as he could, asked Hopalong if he was all right. Upon being assured by smoking adjectives that he was, the caller looked relieved and turned thoughtfully away. "Hey, yu! Come here!" called Hopalong. Red waved his hand and said that he had to meet a man and clattered down the stairs.
It seemed to Lydia that she had been abroad for years, though in reality she had been three days in Cap Martin, when Mr. Marcus Stepney became a regular caller. Even the most objectionable people improve on acquaintance, and give the lie to first impressions. Mr. Stepney never bored her.
He took his seat at the other end of the tombstone and studied her, wondering what was she. There was infinite import in the question alike for her and him. "Ay," said she. "I couldna bear the roof either. It's a habit of mine to come up here about the gloaming when it's quaiet and caller." "It was a habit of my mother's also," he said gravely.
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