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We have a winter place down South one of those huge country-houses that look like exposition buildings, and have rooms for a hundred guests; and sometimes I go driving by myself, down to the mill towns, and go through them and talk to the children. I came to know some of them quite well poor little wretches." They stepped out of the elevator, and moved toward the art-gallery.
He said his aunt mostly looked after letting the rooms, but she was at church, and he guessed he should have to see about it himself. He bade Lemuel just get right into the elevator, and he put his bag into a cage that hung in one corner of the hallway, and pulled at the wire rope, and they mounted together.
Condy set his teeth. "I'll join you later. Wait a few moments," he said. He hurried to the office of the club, and sent a despatch to Blix the third since morning: "Can I come up right away? It's urgent. Send answer by this messenger." He got his answer within three-quarters of an hour, and left the club as Hendricks and George Hands arrived by the elevator entrance.
When he had satisfied his sharp hunger he went out into a corridor and seeing an elevator he entered it and went down to the throne-room. The king was just leaving his throne, but seeing Thorndyke he turned to him with a smile. "How did you sleep?" he asked. "Well, indeed," replied Thorndyke, with a low bow. "I cannot talk to you now.
As though he was accustomed to this sort of an affair, the elevator attendant went ahead and opened one of the doors on the right of the hallway, and after turning on the electric light, and we had entered, he withdrew at once, quietly closing the door after him. I then found myself within one of the most elegantly furnished drawing rooms imaginable.
Ferdinand, the second man, let them in. "Now, then," panted the young man, "which way? I'm in a hurry, remember!" And he started on a run for the stairs. "Please follow me, sir; the elevator is quicker!" gasped the maid, opening the barred doors.
"Don't he talk funny?" asked Laddie of Freddie, as they left the elevator at the ground floor. "He talks just like our colored cook, Dinah," said Freddie. "Did you ever see her?" "Nope." "You ought to eat some of her pancakes," went on Freddie. "I'll write, when I have a chance, and ask her to send you some." "Oh, hear the engines whistlin'!" cried Laddie.
Estelle smiled, a trifle wanly. Arthur led the way to the elevator. In the car he noticed that she looked distressed. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You aren't really frightened, are you?" "No," she answered shakily, "but I'm rather upset about this thing. It's so so terrible, somehow, to be back here, thousands of miles, or years, away from all one's friends and everybody."
"I had the elevator installed for the convenience of my wife and daughter." Penfield made an entry in his notebook, then faced Whitney directly. "Have you in connection with your workshop a photographic outfit and darkroom?" he asked. "I have." "I am told that you are working on a sort of camera which, used in an aeroplane, makes a map of the country over which the machine passes.
Her last glance, full of significance, was for Mr. Arnheim. The floor above he also left the elevator, the smile still on his lips. Left alone, Mr. Epstein turned to Miss Blondheim. "Good night, dearie," he whispered. "Thweet dreamth." "Good night, Louie," she replied. "Same to you." Mr.
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