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The company was to be attached to a battalion which had already seen service, commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Scott. Arriving early in the morning, the officers reported at once to Headquarters. Captain Maxey must have suffered a shock when the Colonel rose from his desk to acknowledge his salute, then shook hands with them all around and asked them about their journey.
I am firmly grounded with my fifty years of study. The dead are dead. And yet, explain one thing. To-day, before going for my walk, I carefully put the fountain pen in my pocket before leaving the room. I remember it distinctly. I looked at the clock at the time. It was twenty minutes past ten. Yet on my return there was the pen lying on the desk. Some one had been using it.
"Married man myself, you know." "I guess I hain't mentioned any names," said the woman in high glee. Her husband went back to the kitchen, and she took the dollar away to a desk in the corner of the room, and brought back the change. "Who'd be a good person to talk with about the labor situation here?" the young man asked, in pocketing his money.
General Washington, the great man on whose shoulders rested such a serious responsibility, now that the people of the Colonies had declared for Independence, sat at his desk, looking over some papers. He now glanced up at the orderly. "Who is the young man, orderly?" he queried. "He says his name is Richard Dare." "I have never heard of him," with a shake of the head. "Did he state his business?"
It is amazing to me now when I come to think of it that I could have been so confident of myself and so indifferent to consequences. But I was thinking of one thing only that Martin must go on his great errand, finish his great work and win his great reward, without making any sacrifice for me. After a few minutes he rose from the desk and handed me his letter. "Here it is," he said.
He sat down at his desk, lifted his feet to a window ledge, and held a match to his pipe. "That's the limit." "It's not enough; I need more." "What you need and what you'll take are two different things," the other stated, sarcastically. "Go higher," Lee said, with his gaze upon the window. "Not a cent!" "I owe McDonnell twenty thousand that has gone into the canal.
Let's see what's in that oil-skin." Tyke opened the packet. The others drew up their chairs, one on either side, as he unfolded the oilskin carefully on his desk. There were two sheets of paper inside, so old and mildewed that they had to be handled carefully to prevent their falling to pieces. One of the papers seemed to be an official statement written in Spanish.
Graveling exclaimed furiously. "You're my girl. I've hung around after you for six years. I've known you since you were a child. I'll be d d if I'll be thrown on one side now and see you become another man's mistress especially his!" He came a step further into the room. Maraton, who had been standing with his back to them, arranging some papers on his desk, turned slowly around.
She walked into the Upper Fifth Form room one Monday morning, looking very shy and lost and strange, and stood forlornly, not knowing where to sit, till somebody took pity on her, and pointed to a vacant desk. It happened to be on a line with Ingred's, and the latter watched her settle herself.
One of the pieces given her was a rather fat package for which she had to sign a registry receipt. She handed the mail to Juan and told him to put it on the desk in her office library; then she changed her mind, moved by an impulse of feminine curiosity. "Give me back that big letter, Juan. I'll just see what it is before I go." Five minutes later she descended to the porch.
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