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Then they talked into the early dawn before any promising mode of presenting Chris to her mother occurred to them. At breakfast Will followed a suggestion of Phoebe's, and sensibly lessened the shock of his announcement. "A 'mazin' wonnerful dream I had last night," he began abruptly.
Chris nodded. This pretty faithful copy of the ring was the one that Henson had used as a magnet to draw Lady Littimer's money and the same one that had found its way into Steel's possession. But Chris had another idea to follow up. "You hinted to me just now that Henson was short of money," she said. "Do you mean to say he is in dire need of some large sum?" "That's it," Rawlins replied.
He pulled a clay pipe out of his pocket, and an envelope that contained tobacco. "I know Chris doesn't mind," he said, with a twinkling glance in her direction. "Also, my cousin, someone wants you in the next room." "Who is it?" said Hilda. "Don't ask me," said Noel. She hesitated momentarily. "Well, I suppose I must go. But mind, Noel, you are not to smoke in here."
He remained bent over her hand. She could not see his face. "Have you never heard," he said, "of ex-Lieutenant de Montville the man whom all France execrated three years ago as a traitor?" "Yes," said Chris. "I've heard of him, of course. But" doubtfully "I don't read the papers much. I didn't know what he was supposed to have done. I only knew that everyone in England said he hadn't."
Barton, and I knew he had walked with you last night, for he is vowing by all his fetishes and idols that you are a perfectly splendid young man. I could see it with my eyes shut. The Chris Dunbar glamour has fallen upon him. But I have not finished the catechism by any means. Where have you been all morning?" "Where I am going to take you this afternoon."
Of course Chris and I think Mama has one of her funny notions about it, but if the child's mother had befriended Mama, for example, a thousand years ago, or if Mama had borrowed five dollars from Kate, and forgotten to return it, you know that would be enough to account for all this excitement." "Yes, I know!" Annie admitted, with her favourite look of intolerant, yet indulgent, scorn.
"And if you succeed in exposing him thoroughly I shall watch the performance with the greatest possible pleasure. I am not curious, my dear young lady, but I would give sixpence to know who you are." "Keep your sixpence," Chris laughed, "and you'll know all in good time. All I ask is not to be astonished at anything that happens."
It was a pleasanter world than Chris had anticipated. She went along more quietly after a time. There was a tiny arbour on a terrace overlooking the sea to which Chris had taken a particular fancy. She picked her way daintily along the grass paths between the roses until she suddenly emerged upon the terrace. She had popped out of the roses swiftly as a squirrel peeps from a tree.
There is a landlocked lake in Northern Minnesota that is called "Sourdough Lake" to this day. Chris Crosshaul was a careless cuss. He took a big drive down the Mississippi for Paul and when the logs were delivered in the New Orleans boom it was found that he had driven the wrong logs. The owners looked at the barkmarks and refused to accept them. It was up to Paul to drive them back upstream.
"She may not have been in it," conceded Mr Pilkington. "I don't know whether she was or not. But that uncle of her swindled me out of ten thousand dollars! The smooth old crook!" "Don't talk like that about Uncle Chris!" said Jill, her eyes flashing. "Tell me what you mean." "Yes, come on, Pilkington," said Wally grimly. "You've been scattering some pretty serious charges about.
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