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After the long struggle to aid Miss Gordon's accepted lover in keeping his vows of loyalty, the discovery of his freedom, and the belief that Bishop Douglass had supplanted him in the affection of her generous benefactress, had brought to Beryl an exquisite release; sweet as the spicy breath of the tropics wafted suddenly to some stranded, frozen Arctic voyager.
I used to have a friend who was awfully handsome the handsomest man I ever saw and I was perfectly conscious of his defects. But I 'm not conscious of Gordon's, and I don't believe he has got any. He 's so intensely kind; it 's quite pathetic. One would think he had done me an injury in marrying me, and that he wanted to make up for it.
"I hae na seen ye're bonny face these muckle years, sir, sync ye cam' back frae ae sight o' the young mistress." I told him yes. That I had come for a last look at the old place before I left. He sighed. "Ye're vera welcome, sir." Then he added: "Mr. Bordley's gi'en me a fair notion o' yere management at Gordon's. The judge is thinking there'll be nane ither lad t' hand a candle to ye."
The Arab tribes lacked no provocation. Yet they were destitute of two moral forces essential to all rebellions. The first was the knowledge that better things existed. The second was a spirit of combination. General Gordon showed them the first. The Mahdi provided the second. It is impossible to study any part of Charles Gordon's career without being drawn to all the rest.
"Yes, brown paper," interpolated Neil. "And you have a complexion like a a football after a hard game." Neil grinned, then "By the way," he said, "did I tell you I'd heard from Crozier?" "About Billy and the ducks? And Gordon's not going back to Hillton? Yes, you got that at the beach; remember?" "So I did. 'Old Cro' will be up to his ears in trouble pretty soon, won't he?
Old rumors, stories, came to Gordon's memory in regard to the long credit extended by Simmons to "old friends," the absence of any rendered accounts; and, in that connection, the thought of the number of homesteads throughout the county that had come, through forced sales, into the storekeeper's hands.
"I beg your pardon for intruding, Mr. Cullen," he said. "I was told that this was Mr. Gordon's car, and I wish to see him." "I am Mr. Gordon." "You are travelling with Mr. Cullen?" he inquired, with a touch of suspicion in his manner. "No," I answered. "My special is the next car, and I was merely enjoying a cigar here." "Ah!" said Mr. Camp.
He managed to bend his neck and roll, coming to his feet. His knife slashed upwards, and the Legal fell almost on top of the Security badge that had dropped from Gordon's pouch. He jerked himself down and scooped it up, his eyes darting for Trench. He stuffed it back, ducking a blow. Then his glance fell on the entrance to Mother Corey's house with Sheila Corey coming out of the seal!
This is one of the most honourable, if not one of the most lucrative offices in Scotland, and Mr. Gordon's selection as the successor of many of the most distinguished pleaders at the Scottish bar showed that, although rejected by the country, he was not despised by his professional brethren. It is, however, for his political rather than for his legal abilities that Mr.
As for himself, he never concealed anything, and when it came to mystery, he had a vague idea of something shameful, if not criminal. Doctor Gordon's incomprehensible changes of mood, of almost more than mood, of character even, disturbed him. Why a man should be one hour a country buffoon, the next an absorbed gentleman, he could not understand.
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