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For I am hoping to have her here a good deal with me, even if she marries." A police inspector accompanied by a detective and a constable now arrived. Morriston took them into the room of death. Gifford grasped Kelson's arm. "I don't think there is any use in our staying here," he suggested. "Let us go down." The other man nodded, and they began to descend. "You are not going, Kelson?"
Gifford said, 'The archers shot sorely at him' by the most infamous and unfounded slanders, which he thus narrates:
But not one of the guests was sufficiently hungry or thirsty to taste of the good things provided for them. They sat around the large, bare table, Ebenezer Brown and his three guests, Garnett, Gifford and Gerard the three G's, as Denis Quirk had nicknamed them. Ebenezer Brown half leaned on the table, his face peculiarly white and eyes very bright in the light of an incandescent gas burner.
"You can rely upon my honour to respect your confidence," Gifford responded warmly. "I know I may," the girl answered. "Well, then, you must know first of all, that my father married a second time, and he unfortunately chose a woman well connected enough, but heartless and an utter snob.
The Third Edition is practically a different book, and consists of studies, each by an expert, of the various religions. Mr. Max Müller's works cited above, also his more recent volumes of Gifford Lectures, contain a number of general discussions. See also the Gifford Lectures of the late Mr. Ed. Caird, and the late Prof. Tiele. Pfleiderer's Philosophy of Religion, 4 vols.
"Good-by," she said, as Lois kissed her, but there was no change in her face, either of relief or regret, when her cousin left her. How that long slow journey passed Helen never knew. She was not even conscious of its length. When Gifford met her, she gave him one questioning look. "Yes," he said tenderly, "you are in time.
We wrangled over it a bit and I finally yielded. But first I told Gifford about the Lawrenceburg threat for the day, omitting nothing but the source of my information. "So they're going to jump us, are they?" he said. "All right; the quicker the sooner. Does Barrett know?" "Not yet. I thought we'd all get together on it this morning.
"Well, no," Gifford said, shrugging his shoulders; "but then, I'm not John Ward." "Thank Heaven!" said the rector devoutly. "But it is a mistake, all the same," Gifford went on; "it is unbusiness-like, to say nothing of being bad for his people to have the burden of support lifted from them; it pauperizes them spiritually." After the relief of this outburst against John Ward, Dr.
Francis Turner or, as he was commonly called, Frank Palgrave unable to work off his restlessness in travel like Gifford, and stifled in the atmosphere of the Board of Education, became a critic. His art criticisms helped to make the Saturday Review a terror to the British artist.
But Miss Deborah was right in thinking Helen would look after his comfort, and Gifford soon felt that his real "home" in Lockhaven was at the parsonage, though he had not time to drop in half as often as the master and mistress urged him to do. He did not tell Helen of that talk with Lois, which had brought a soberer look to his face than she had ever seen there.
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