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Yet it was not in the Cantonment that Hartley expected to find any clue to the vanished Absalom: it was down in the native quarter.
He went on to describe what was going to happen. His father swore softly. "You know, I've heard talk about atomic energy, but I thought it was just Buck Rogers stuff. Was that the sort of bomb that got you?" "That was a firecracker to the bomb that got me. That thing exploded a good ten miles away." Blake Hartley whistled softly. "And that's going to happen in thirty years!
Hartley rallied, and ere long she became convalescent, and even cheerful. She used to chat with her mother for hours together, and the fourth week after the latter's arrival she was able to go out for a drive accompanied by her and the baby, who had accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Hartley in all their travels.
I got tired being laughed at, and put off about everything, so one day in Hartley, while Mother Peters was shopping, I just went in to the lawyer Grandmother always went to, and told him all about what I wanted.
He was interrupted by a woman's voice, and Mrs. Wilder sat down in the chair left vacant by Atkins. "What are you pondering about, Mr. Hartley? Are you seeing ghosts or moon spirits? You certainly give the idea that you are immensely preoccupied." "Do I?" Hartley laughed awkwardly. "Well, as a matter of fact, I was not thinking of anything very pleasant."
"Oh, Miss Gray!" said Hartley, "it should not have been thus with my excellent friend at the close of his useful and virtuous life Alas, wherefore the question bursts from me involuntarily wherefore could you not have complied with his wishes? wherefore" "Do not ask me," said she, stopping the question which was on his lips; "we are not the formers of our own destiny.
And how does little David Hartley? "Ecquid in antiquam virtutem?" Does his mighty name work wonders yet upon his little frame and opening mind? I did not distinctly understand you, you don't mean to make an actual ploughman of him? Is Lloyd with you yet? Are you intimate with Southey? What poems is he about to publish? He hath a most prolific brain, and is indeed a most sweet poet.
"In the dark, hey?" "Completely in the dark." "Well, light up, light up!" "I'm trying to." "What the deuce do you mean by that tone? What's been going on here since my absence?" Albert did not reply, and Hartley shuffled about after a match, lighted the lamp, threw his coat and hat in the corner, and then said: "Well, I've got everything straightened up.
Margaret Delacour: it was at her house that Clarence Hervey first met Mr. Hartley, who, as I mentioned, is the father of the young lady. There was a charming scene, and some romantic story, about his finding the girl in a cottage, and calling her Virginia something or other, but I didn't clearly understand about that. However, this much is certain, that the girl, as her father told Mrs.
Armine, had been carried on with lowered voices. But now Isaacson spoke more softly, and his eyes for an instant went from Doctor Hartley to the tall figure sitting low in the chair, and back again to Hartley. He did not hold out his hand. His voice was polite, but almost totally inexpressive. Doctor Hartley looked quickly towards the chair too. "Good-bye," he said, hesitatingly.
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