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In fact, the breakfast bell had rung before he was fully awake. He dressed leisurely, and was haunted by a vague feeling that something unpleasant had happened. At length he remembered that just before dusk, in the garden of Evelina Grey's old house, he had seen a ghost a ghost who confronted him mutely with a thing he had long since forgotten. "It was subjective, purely," mused Anthony Dexter.
"No two masculine souls are alike, and heavenly wisdom is infinite. The finite mind receives only a portion of the Divine intelligence. Each, therefore, is in the love of growing wise in a certain degree or direction. The feminine soul, to make conjunction perfect, must be a lover of wisdom in that degree, or direction." "You bewilder me," said Mrs. Dexter. "Let me rather enlighten.
"Oh, what a cracker!" cried Bob. "I never had no letter, gen'lemen, and I never see no money. Why don't you tell the truth, and the kind gentlemen won't be so hard on you?" "I am telling the truth," cried Dexter, "It was you asked me to take the boat." "Only hark at him!" cried Bob. "Why yer'd better say yer didn't take all yer clothes off and swim acrost and get it."
When Celia's dinner was brought into the little room behind the library, which was now recognized as her own, Mrs. Dexter appeared for a moment. She was quite calm now, but looked rather tired. "Everything is all right?" said Celia, sympathetically. "Yes, my dear," responded Mrs. Dexter, with a little sigh of relief, as she smoothed her black silk dress.
Anthony Dexter smiled at the tall, straight young fellow who sat opposite him. He did not care about the case but he found endless satisfaction in Ralph. "What was it?" he asked, idly. "Broken ankle. I only happened to get it because you were out. I was accused of being a 'play doctor, but, under the circumstances, I had to do." "Miss Mehitable?" queried Doctor Dexter, with lifted brows.
Merton drew upon the lighted trophy, moistened and pasted back the wrapper that had broken when the end was bitten off, and took from the bottom of the delivery wagon the remains of a buggy whip that had been worn to half its length. With this he now tickled the bony ridges of the horse. Blows meant nothing to Dexter, but he could still be tickled into brief spurts of activity.
We therefore beg leave at this point to shut the lids of our dexter eye, and drop the curtain. One day Joe Baldwin, assisted by his old friend, Rooney Machowl, was busily engaged down at the bottom of the sea, off the Irish coast, slinging a box of gold specie.
"I wouldn't have you do anything wrong, Araminta you know that. Good-bye, now, until to-morrow." Beset by strange emotions, Doctor Ralph Dexter went home. Finding that the carriage was not in use, he set forth alone upon his feline quest, reflecting that Araminta herself was not much more than a little grey kitten. Everywhere he went, he was regarded with suspicion.
Perhaps we are disposed to smile at seeing so much made of titles; but after what we have learned of Lord Timothy Dexter and the high-sounding names appropriated by many of our own compatriots, who have no more claim to them than we plain Misters and Misseses, we may feel to them something as our late friend Mr.
I can't find his headquarters. I've been thinking " He drew me aside into the small gallery which runs parallel with the Assyrian Room. "Dexter has booked two passages in the Oceanic. Who is his companion?" I wondered, I had wondered more than once, if his companion were my beautiful violet-eyed acquaintance.
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