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But the change, though its causes were not seen, was perceived as something to love, by Aunt Phoebe, who felt for her niece a daily increasing attachment. And so the weeks moved on; and so the years came and went. Little change was seen in Jessie Loring; except, that the smile which had been restored, gradually grew less, though it did not bear away the heavenly sweetness from her countenance.
I just checked over Tom's figures on thrust, sir, and I'm not sure, but I think we've passed the point of safety." "Thanks, Roger," said Connel. He turned to the intercom. "Power deck, check in!" "Power deck, aye," said Astro. "Loring and Mason there?" asked Connel. "Yes, sir. I'm putting them right to work in the radiation chamber, sir.
Naturally I do not want Mr. Gamble to know that I am interested; and I look to you to manage it so that, when the money is returned to me, he shall imagine that you have advanced the funds." "I can arrange that easily enough," Loring promised her. "Constance, I suppose I ought to advise you that this is silly; but I'm glad you're doing it.
It was million, million, wherever I turned!" "The million-dollar bride," laughed Polly. "Don't!" cried Constance. "Please don't, Polly! You've done quite enough. Even you came to me out there that day to tell me that now Johnny had made his million and was coming to propose to me. Why, you knew it before I did." "I'm sorry I found it out," apologized Polly. "I got it from Loring."
"Ah, Colonel Brereton, say something kind to her!" begged the girl, impulsively. Wheeling about, Jack strode forward, till he stood beside the woman. "This scoundrel," he began, indicating Clowes with a contemptuous gesture, "is seeking to force Miss Meredith into a marriage: save her from that, and the wrong you did me is atoned." "I will; I will!" replied Mrs. Loring, lifting her head eagerly.
Gilmore did not come to them, but he had sent a note to tell them that he would walk down on the Tuesday evening to say good-bye to Miss Lowther. Early on the Wednesday Mr. Fenwick was to drive her to Westbury, whence the railway would take her round by Chippenham and Swindon to Loring. On the Tuesday morning she was very melancholy.
Home then he hurried in response to the pleading of his sister, but the moment the Lenox visit was over and Miss Haight returned to New York thither went Loring to find his fiancée at the piano, with a middle-aged, somewhat portly civilian bending eagerly over her and so engrossed that he never saw or heard the intruder. This was November fourth.
The women were conveyed in carriages to the homes of friends or cared for by the company, and after a brief handclasp and parting word with Pancha, whose pathetic eyes haunted him for days, Mr. Loring took a cab and drove alone to headquarters. Evidently the story of the panic and its prompt suppression had not yet been told.
And as Corliss was known as level-headed and shrewd, it devolved upon him to present in person the complaint and petition of his brother cattle-men. Argument with David Loring, as he had passed the latter's homestead that morning, had delayed him on his journey to Antelope. Presently he got up and entered the ranch-house. Sundown followed and poked about in the corners of the room.
"That lovely little chatterbox has given me an idea." "Is it possible?" chuckled Loring. "Poor Sammy!" "He was smiling," laughed Constance. "Here comes the chairman of the floor-walkers' committee." "Do you know anything about the Garfield Bank?" Constance asked Gresham in the first convenient pause. "It is very good as far as I have heard," he replied after careful consideration.
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