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A similar volume had been stuffed into each of Gerald's overcoat pockets. Gerald, as has been said, remembered At Homes of Antonia's, and had in mind an image of what he might expect to see. He perceived at once that to-day all was different. This was immensely choice, the most so afforded by Florence.
To be sure, I look to come in on top of the anti-war wave. My side is pledged against war. The working man " "You don't mean to say that you're going to appeal to him!" Sir Denis shouted. "You don't mean to say that you're going to side with the Radicals! I've lived to see many strange things, but Gerald's son a Radical!" He brought out the ejaculations with the sound of guns popping.
They waited for hers of course politeness demanded it, and besides, they had to stay at home to let Mademoiselle in; though it was a dazzling day, and Jimmy had just remembered that Gerald's pockets were full of the money earned at the fair, and that nothing had yet been bought with that money, except a few buns in which he had had no share. And of course they waited impatiently.
"Perhaps Gerald's account is exaggerated," remarked Norah, observing Ellen's agitation. "If the ship is the Champion, Mr Ferris is sure to go down and visit her; he will ascertain the truth of the report." "I must I must go and tell him what has happened, in case he should not have heard it," said Ellen, rising. She found Mr Ferris in his counting-house, on the ground-floor.
"Gerald's at the station hotel, waiting for the train to Liverpool. He sails for New York to-morrow and takes a letter to some friends of mine who will give him a good start. He sent a note." Mrs. Osborn read the note and her eyes shone as she turned them on Kit. "It is perhaps the best plan. I would have liked to see him; but I thank you."
He had seen Lester's election as a director of the C. H. & D. Obviously he was coming back into the world. But dinner was announced and Lester sat at Mrs. Gerald's right hand. "Aren't you coming to pay me a dinner call some afternoon after this?" asked Mrs. Gerald confidentially when the conversation was brisk at the other end of the table. "I am, indeed," he replied, "and shortly.
After it she still stood a moment, looking toward the sanctuary, like one with last fond words to say after the farewell; and this excess of either regard for the priest's feelings or else a devoutness he had not suspected in her quickened Gerald's attention.
Gerald was standing at the window looking out when Franklin entered, and Helen, in the place where he had left her, met the gaze of her affianced with a firm and sombre look. There was a moment of silence while Franklin stood near the door, turning a hesitant glance from Gerald's back to Helen's face, and then Helen said, 'Gerald and I have been quarrelling.
"Burton is the best of Gerald's old gang, Hiram," said Clancy, as the two walked in the direction of the Bolingbroke House. "That ain't a-sayin' a heap in his favor." "He's a whole lot better than Bob Katz." "Not much in that, nuther. But you won't have no chance to grubstake Burton, Clancy. He won't show up in the mornin'."
Yet it was better than the sordid scrambling conflict of the present. If only one might create the future after one's own heart for a little pure truth, a little unflinching application of simple truth to life, the heart cried out ceaselessly. 'I can't see what you will leave me at all, to be interested in, came Gerald's voice from the lower room.
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