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It is one of the things that make me sorry to feel that our own country is evidently going to avoid a movement which might have been at once healthy and uplifting. I know that you don't like me to say that, but I'll let it go. June 1, 1915 Well, I have really had a very exciting time since I last wrote you. I have even had a caller.
Atkins buttoned the frock coat and turned to go. "Good day, gentlemen," he said. "Cyrus, permit me once more to welcome you heartily to our village. We my daughter and myself will probably remain at home until the fall. I trust you will be a frequent caller. Run in on us at any time. Pray do not stand upon ceremony." "No," said Captain Cy shortly, "I won't." "That's right. That's right.
The concealed table ComWeb murmured, "A caller requests to be connected with Major Quillan. Is it permitted?" "Oho!" Quillan said poisonously. "I suspected we should have stayed off circuit! Who's the caller?" "The name given is Keth Deboll." Quillan laughed. "Give the little wolf Major Quillan's regards and tell him it was a good try. I'll look him up tomorrow." He gave Trigger gentle wink.
Something of this he caught, first from the look of the elevator attendant, who took him to the tenth floor of a modern studio-building; and further from the man-servant who answered his ring at the Cairns apartment. "Mr. Cairns sees no one before two o'clock, sir," said the latter, whose cool eye took in the caller. Bedient hesitated. It was now twelve-forty-five.
Several hours after this they were at home, and a caller was announced. It was the Baron Atramonte. "Atramonte!" said Lady Dalrymple. "Who is that? We're not at home, of course. Atramonte! Some of these Italian nobles. Really, I think we have seen enough of them. Who is he, Kitty?" "I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea. I never heard of him in my life." "We're not at home, of course.
"That's enough," said Warble, inattentively, and she danced down stairs to freeze out her caller. "I've been meaning to come for some time," Mrs. Holm Boddy said, "but I thought I'd give you a chance to get a little used to your new grandeur. Quite a change for you, isn't it?" "No," said Warble, "it's rather a come down. I've always been very grand. Tell me about yourself."
All faces are bright and cheery and many appear not seen before. I felt well enough to discuss the woman question with several of the passengers. Arrived at Portland at 10 P.M., glad indeed to touch foot on land again. In the first letter home she says: Abigail Scott Duniway, editor of the New Northwest, was my first caller this morning.
They were so astonished they didn't even shoot the man. You watch Grant," said the General. "And now, Stephen," he added, "just you run off and take hold of the prettiest girl you can find. If any of my boys object, say I sent you." The next Monday Stephen had a caller. It was little Tiefel, now a first lieutenant with a bristly beard and tanned face, come to town on a few days' furlough.
The brown face of the Centipede sprinter split into a grin, his eyes gleamed. "Then I'll win," said he. "I'm the sucker, but I'll make good. Get your money down, and I'll split with you." "No, no! Not you! Me! I must win!" Speed clutched his caller desperately. "All right, I'll frame anything; but I can't run any slower than I did with Joe and make a live of it. They'd shoot us both."
The following affidavit, secured by an assistant of the district attorney from a young physician in a village above Ballybeen, never a matter of record, heightened its interest for me and my friends. He further alleged that his friend was in trouble and being sought after and that he, the caller, dared not, therefore, reveal the place where his friend had taken refuge.
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