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Hartley said to her friend when they met the next morning at the late breakfast which, out of deference to foreign customs, they had adopted. She looked observantly at the restless movements of the girl, and the changing color in her cheeks. "You have not eaten anything, and you do nothing but shiver and sigh." Mrs.
He did not go to the back door, but walked up to the front, asked to see the minister, and placed his case at once before him with a smiling candor and a leisurely utterance quite the opposites of the brazen timidity and rapid, parrot-like tone of the professional. He secured three clergymen of the place to head his list, much to the delight and admiration of Hartley. "Good!
Of course, he knew your father and all that; but you two seem such very different types, I shouldn't think you would amuse each other at all. There's Mr. Hartley, for example. I should expect my grandfather to like him very much better than you, but he doesn't though I fancy he approves of him much more." She laughed again, but a different laugh; and when he heard it Ste.
Hartley to let the poor creature have her way till the reality of the situation had come home to her, recommending him to allow his wife to call frequently at the Convent to see her mother.
I took down the receiver, and almost before I could answer the inquiry, a voice began, "This is the editor of the Wall Street Record, Mr. Carton. Have you heard anything of the rumours about Hartley Langhorne and his pool being insolvent? The Street has been flooded with stories " "One moment," I managed to interrupt. "This is not Mr. Carton, although this is his office. No he's out.
My men, who are remarkable for their Protestantism and loyalty, went upon private information " "More of the spy system," said Hartley, smiling. "Mr. Hartley, you may smile, but truth is truth," replied Val; "we had private information that they had arms and rebellious papers, and the latter we have got under the thatch of their cabins."
But I must not write of such matters, nor of more serious ones that distract my judgment and distress me. "I have seen the American Missionaries here. This fundamentally agrees with what Mr. Hartley, of the Church Missionary Society, told me was the Society's proceeding against the Greek Church.... It also agrees with Groves's plan at Bagdad.
He finally decided in the negative, and accepted a good position in the mercantile establishment of Mr. Hartley. Here he displayed such intelligence and aptitude for business that he rose rapidly, and in time acquired an interest in the firm, and will in time obtain a junior partnership. It must not be supposed that all this came without hard work.
All the home and all the property Mrs. Welsh had were here, and wherever Maud went the mother must follow. He was in the midst of his mental turmoil when Hartley came in, humming the Mulligan Guards. "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?"
Marie glanced back once more, but the motor-car and the delivery boy and the gendarmes were gone. "What did you say?" he asked, idly. "I said the man looked Irish," repeated his friend. All at once Ste. Marie gave a loud exclamation. "Sacred thousand devils! Fool that I am! Dolt! Why didn't I think of it before?" Hartley stared at him, and Ste.
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