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And she said, 'By Jove, as you don't refuse, you shall have it for the rest of your life, and she said to herself that you were richer than Crosby, and a good deal younger, and better-looking, and better socially, and that if you were going to make a fool of yourself she might as well get the benefit of it as well as any other woman.
She answered briefly, and entered into lively conversation with Crosby and the Secretary, holding the hand of Dona Isabel in her own, as if to assure her that she was guiltless of any design against her former admirer.
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Yet she must stay to warn Martin and Gilbert Crosby, if by chance they were still ignorant of their danger. It would never do for them to be caught in the tower, from which there was no hope of escape. There was a small landing outside the room. At the top of the winding stairs there was a door, fastened back by a clamp, and Barbara had never known this door to be shut.
He is waiting." "Is he a friend, do you think, Golding?" "I do not know," Golding answered. "He said he would wait until you came, and then demanded to be taken to the stables, where he tended his own horse. A masterful man, Master Gilbert, but whether a friend or an enemy who can tell?" "We will soon see," said Crosby; and as he turned to go to this stranger Golding laid a hand on his arm.
He thanked us over and over again for coming so far to see him, and complained that Port Simpson Indians, sent out on a missionary tour by Mr. Crosby, after making a good-luck board for him and nailing it over his door, now wanted to take it away. Mr.
While they were struggling with clumsy forwards and slow guards, Lois, who really ought to have been there, was having a very important talk with Mrs. Baird and Miss Crosby. "Do you think Polly knows anything about it?" Mrs. Baird asked. "I do hope not." "She hasn't the slightest idea," Lois assured her.
Write soon, Ben, and I will answer without delay, Your affectionate friend, PAUL PRESCOTT. "That's a very good letter," said Mr. Crosby; "I am glad Paul is doing so well. I should like to see him." "So should I," said Ben; "he was a prime fellow, twice as good as I am. That's true, what he said about my not liking study. I guess I'll try to do better."
Perhaps he had heard the low sound which the opening door of the hut made. "You're a dead man if you move," said a voice out of the darkness. Fairley started and made a step forward, but stopped in time. "I should know that voice. I am Martin Fairley." "Fairley!" Crosby hurried forward to meet him. "Have you been a prisoner in Dorchester?" Martin asked. "A prisoner! No."
Bareheaded he had run away through the fog, his thin jacket and broken boots a poor protection from the biting cold, but in his excitement he scarcely felt it. In a hiding place in the lining of his old jacket he had the little pocket Bible that had been his mother's gift, with his name, Richard Hart Crosby, on the fly leaf.
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