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She looked back and said: "Funny how the moon rides after us in her white limousine." "Huh!" said Jim. "Is that Mexican you're speaking?" she chided. "I was just thinking," Jim growled. "What?"
He was doin' it too, when the other clerk steps up, salutes him polite, and says: "You're wanted at the telephone, Sir." "Tell them to hold the wire," says Woodie. We was still tryin' to dope that out when a big limousine rolls up in front of the store, out hops a footman in livery, walks in to Woodie with his cap in his hand, and holds out a bunch of telegrams. "From the office, Sir," says he.
She was to meet Nina here, and she glanced about for the big limousine at the curb, as an indication that the old lady might be ready to accompany them back to Crownlands. But there was no car in sight.
In the back of the rector's mind lay a weight, which he identified, at intervals, with what he was now convinced was the failure of his sermon. . . Alison took no part in the casual conversation that began when they reached the boulevard and Mr. Parr abandoned the trumpet, but lay back in silence and apparently with entire comfort in a corner of the limousine. At the lunch-table Mr.
She ran for her sweater and tam-o'-shanter, and joined Mr. Hammond on the porch. Mr. Hammond said nothing to Grimes, but allowed him to remain in the limousine. Ruth took the moving picture magnate down to the shore of the river and showed him the wheel and the mill-side. The old stone bridge over the creek, too, was an object of interest.
He is carried to it, I understand, in his limousine in the sunnier hours of the morning; for an hour or so each day he moves about among the warm smell of the barley and the quiet hum of the machinery murmuring among its dust. There is, too, somewhere in the upper part of the city a huge, silent residence, where a noiseless butler adjusts Mr.
"You couldn't explain clearly in the telegram." "If you really saw him in the car, he's all right, up to date. There it is, still stranded. We shall soon know." "Will you get out and talk to him seriously?" Clo urged. "Yes. If it's he and not his ghost you saw. I'll get him to walk along the road with me, out of earshot from his wife." The gray limousine slowed, and carefully stopped.
The Friday evening of my arrival I was met at the station, not by a limousine with a chauffeur and footman, but by a young woman with a taxicab one of the many reminders that a war is going on.
As we turned into the main street, I slowed down. Outside 'The Three Bulls' stood the limousine, weather-beaten a little and its nickel work dull, but seemingly all right. In the middle of the road stood a chauffeur, his cap pushed back and a hand to his head. As we approached, he looked away from the little writing-block and stared up at the signboard of the inn.
After the first rush of greeting had spent itself, he was affectionately conducted to Mrs. Gray's limousine with herself, the Wingates, Grace, David and Jean as a bodyguard. Though still weak, three days of rest had done much for him.
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