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Come quick, please, or my courage will fail." "Can't I hear it to-night " She was comfortable where she was and remembered the narrow, steep steps to the lower deck. "No! come now and QUICK." At the tone of agony in the Sister's voice Miss Jennings scrutinized her companion's face.

The papers had been full of how Mr. Jennings had forbidden the prince the house when he had been in America the summer before. "Certainly he's crazy about it almost insane!" she said, and smiled at me in her old way over the top of the glass. Then she put down the glass and came over to me.

Here Ned wept dolefully, and shook his helmeted head, in a manner that might have touched a heart of stone; but the crowd had not hearts of stone, and they laughed heartily. 'Dear me, Mr. Jennings, said Nicholas, turning pale at the possibility of Ned's being smothered in his antique costume 'Dear me, Mr. Jennings, can nothing be done with him? 'Nothing at all, replied Ned, 'nothing at all.

But I can't have that sort of thing," she added, becoming prosaic, "so I went and told her I would denounce her gambling salon to the police if she did not surrender my son. She has done so, and I am happy. Ah, Mr. Jennings, had you a mother's heart," she laid her hand on her own, "you would know to what lengths it will lead a woman!"

A few weeks later these reports were printed in a pamphlet, partly to correct a wrong impression about the Jennings cold-box. Regular statements had appeared in the local evening paper that the air was being cooled by this useless contrivance. Their significance first came out several months later, on the occasion of an exhibition of mechanical or industrial implements at Boston.

Clayton Jennings, a barrister, took the lead, and during the contest appeared every day on the hustings as the Baronet's "locum tenens." However, few, if any of those who assembled as a Committee, were electors, and it was with the greatest difficulty that they could get the promise of two householders, to propose and second the nomination of Sir Francis Burdett.

My father stood in the lobby of the Opera, holding a sort of open court, it appeared to me, for a cluster of gentlemen hung round him; and I had presently to bow to greetings which were rather of a kind to flatter me, leading me to presume that he was respected as well as marvelled at. The names of Mr. Serjeant Wedderburn, Mr. Jennings, Lord Alton, Sir Weeton Slater, Mr.

He glanced meaningly at Leonard, and the boy understood that the words conveyed a warning and a menace. "Is anything the matter with you, Mr. Gibbon? Are you as well as usual?" asked Mr. Jennings one morning. The little man was always considerate, and he had noticed the flurried and nervous manner of his bookkeeper. "No, sir; what makes you ask?" said Gibbon, apologetically.

But this seriousness of hers was of a new kind, of the kind that bespeaks sobriety and saneness of soul. And that kind of seriousness the deep, inward gravity of a person whose days of trifling with themselves and with the facts of life, and of being trifled with, are over would have impressed Jennings equally had she come in laughing, had her every word been a jest.

"I wonder whether I locked these windows?" muttered Jennings, pausing in the hallway. "I guess I'd better make sure." He had taken only a step toward the library again, when Dan watchfully caught sight of him. It would never do to have Jennings snooping around there now. Quick action was necessary. Dan knocked over a costly Sevres vase.