United States or French Guiana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Instead . . . I looked for some excuse which would save my face; I said 'But you aren't a Catholic, are you? I never saw him again till my cousin Jim Loring's ball just before the war. . . ." At the memory of their meeting Barbara shuddered until she could not speak.
She was not naturally timid. What did it mean? Lady Loring's carriage was waiting at the entrance of the street, with all the children in the neighborhood assembled to admire it. She impulsively forestalled the servant in opening the carriage door. "Come in!" she cried. "Oh, Stella, you don't know how you have frightened me! Good heavens, you look frightened yourself!
Where did Petty ever serve with it except when it was in the garrison of Washington?" asked the adjutant-general. "You know him, I believe, Loring?" "I know him yes." "Think he'd pan out well in an Indian fight?" "He might." "You're an optimist, Loring," said Stone, who was ever seeking yet never succeeding in the effort to penetrate the armor of Loring's reserve.
They moved back from the door, and crossing the parlor, sat down together on a sofa. "What is wrong?" asked Mrs. Loring, the manner and words of Mr. Dexter filling her mind with vague fear. "Much," was answered. "Say on." "Your niece, I have reason to believe, is not true to me," said Dexter. "Sir!" Astonishment and indignation blended in the tone of Mrs. Loring's voice.
By this time dinner was ready, and Loring's loud call of "Coffee!" brought Bob and the squatter from behind the cabin. The latter accepted Loring's invitation to drink a cup of coffee with "the boys," but he disposed of it in great haste, hot as it was, as if he hoped by his example to induce them to do likewise. But Bob and his companions were in no hurry.
Mason was frozen into a rigid statue, unable to move. "All right, Loring," yelled Shinny, "step back or I'll blast you like I did Mason!" Roger wrenched the rifle out of Loring's grasp and stepped back. "Good work, Mr. Shinny!" he said to the little spaceman. "You sure figured it right!" "Attention! Attention! This is Connel on the Polaris. Come in, Loring ..."
With a widowed aunt for the shadowiest of chaperons, she had drifted with the tide of inclination, coming finally to rest in the western capital for no better reason, perhaps, than that some portion of her interest-bearing securities were emblazoned with the great seal of this particular western State. Kent was thinking of Loring's recountal as he stood looking down on her.
He was dictating to his stenographer a much more comprehensive agreement than a mere power of attorney; and as soon, as it was ready Johnny signed it without a question. "Get this, Ashley?" he remarked, handing back Loring's pen and reading gleefully from another paper: "'A subway entrance into the new terminal station is being negotiated " "All right," said Loring, putting on his hat.
When I attempted some frozen speech, I could see a change in Miss Loring's manner, as if she had suddenly approached an iceberg; but, as often, Dexter would melt the ice away by one of his sunny smiles, and her face would grow radiant again." "You exaggerate," said Mrs. Denison. "The case admits of no exaggeration. I was too keenly alive to my own position; and saw only what was."
Even as she stood there, baffled, "a woman scorned" in the presence and hearing of another, who nevertheless stepped quickly forward to express her opinion of such heartless, soulless conduct despite the interposing shade, there came a sharp, imperative rap on Loring's door, and the summons "Wanted at headquarters at once, sir!"
Word Of The Day