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They seemed, however, to have more effect upon Mr Harwood, for whom, in all probability, they were equally intended. His fathers had been Romanists, and he himself, though belonging to the Church of England, had never very perfectly imbibed Protestant truth.
"Who had charge?" "Harwood, sir; he's the best man o' ther lot, an' a good sailor, I give him a compass, an' told him ter steer west. Wus thet right?" "All I could have told him," I admitted, lifting myself on one elbow to look about. "I haven't had an observation, and it is all guesswork. I know the American coast lies in that direction, but that is about all.
Miss Farrell was surprised to find her employer already in his office when she unlocked the door at eight o'clock the next morning, and her surprise was increased when Harwood, always punctilious in such matters, ignored the good-morning with which she greeted him. The electric lights over Dan's desk were burning, a fact not lost upon his stenographer.
A box was brought, and its contents, consisting of a number of very rich patterns of the article asked for, displayed. "What is the price of this?" asked Mrs. Harwood, lifting one, the pattern of which pleased her fancy. "That is a little damaged," Mrs. replied.
"Miss Garrison, you must be the greatest of girls, for you have my own ideas! Our invincible young orator here has been telling me so!" "That was a grand speech; many happy returns of the day!" was Marian's greeting to Dan. "You certainly have a great voice, Daniel," remarked Mrs. Owen, "and you had your nerve with you." "You were effective from the first moment, Mr. Harwood.
Sylvia Garrison and her grandfather had been at Montgomery since their visit to Waupegan and were now in Indianapolis for a day on their way to Boston. The Delaware Street house had been closed all summer. The floors were bare and the furniture was still jacketed in linen. Sylvia rose as Harwood appeared at the parlor door. "Pardon me," said Dan, as the maid vanished. "I have an errand with Mrs.
It had been whispered among the reporters that every issue was read carefully in proof by Atwill, but Dan had never been particularly interested in this fact. As Atwill appeared in the outer office, Bassett came from his own room to meet him. The door closed quickly upon the two and they were together for half an hour or more. Then Bassett summoned Dan. "Mr. Atwill, this is Mr. Harwood.
Look here now: there is young Spenser out there at Harwood a patient of mine. His wife died yesterday one of the loveliest young creatures you ever saw. The poor fellow is as bad about it as fellow can be.
"As you, my friends, are safe for the present, I must be off to-morrow morning with my men," said the lieutenant when I got back; "but I will report the position you are in at Fort Harwood, and should you have reason to expect an attack you can dispatch a messenger, and relief will, I am sure, be immediately sent you."
This man lives there with his granddaughter, and the place was simple comfortable, no luxuries. You had no conversation with him." "I think we exchanged a word about the weather, which was warm." Fitch smiled again. His was a rare smile, but it was worth waiting for. "What did the trip cost you?" Harwood named the amount and the lawyer drew a check book from his impeccable desk and wrote.
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