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Then the diplomas were presented, and, save for the senior class exercises in the school hall in the afternoon, Class Day was over, and Joel March's school days were past. Joel was graduated at the head of the class, an honor man once more; and Outfield West, greatly to every one's amazement, not excepting his own, was also on the honor list.
Here they were interrupted by a flourish of trumpets. "His Grace of Albany is unwontedly scrupulous today," said Douglas; "but it skills not wasting words the time is past these are March's trumpets, and I warrant me he rides at flight speed so soon as he passes the South Port.
It was one of the oddest experiences John Wollaston had ever had. The moment he met March's gaze, the whole infernal pattern, like an old-fashioned set-piece in fireworks, extinguished itself as suddenly as it had flared. There was something indescribable in this man's face that simply made grotesque the notion that he could be a blackguard.
March's breast, and she left him to the talk that sprang up, by an admirable effect of tact in the young lady, between him and Miss Triscoe. After all, she decided, there was nothing criminal in his being in Carlsbad, and possibly in the last analysis there was nothing so very wicked in his being in her box.
There is a paragraph in Professor March's lectures on the English language where he is urging that its strongest words are purely English, not derived from Greek or Latin. He uses the King James version as illustration.
For some days this "lady" had been Widewood's only cook, owing to the fact that Mrs. March's servant, having a few nights before seen a man prowling about the place, had left in such a panic as almost to forget her wages, and quite omitting to leave behind her several articles of the Widewood washing. Within the house John March sat reading newspapers.
"Mr. March's widow?" said his wife, looking at him with provisional severity. "I have no widow, Isabel," he said, "and never expect to have, till I leave you in the enjoyment of my life-insurance. I suppose Fulkerson means the lady with the daughter who wanted to take us to board." "Oh yes. How are they getting on, I do wonder?" Mrs. March asked of Fulkerson.
He felt that he had trenched upon March's province, and he framed one apology to the editor for bringing him the manuscript, and another to the author for bringing it back. "Most Ah hold raght still like it was a photograph?" asked Miss Woodburn. "Can Ah toak?" "Talk all you want," said Alma, squinting her eyes. "And you needn't be either adamantine, nor yet wooden." "Oh, ho' very good of you!
We three were consulting, the morning after the death, on a plan which he and I had already settled between ourselves, namely, that we should leave our portion of the cottage entirely at Miss March's disposal, while we inhabited hers save that locked and silent chamber wherein there was no complaining, no suffering now. Either John's decision, or Mrs.
Fulkerson was waiting for him in the reading-room, and it gave March the curious thrill with which a man closes with temptation when he said: "Look here! Why don't you take that woman's flat in the Xenophon? She's been at the agents again, and they've been at me. She likes your look or Mrs. March's and I guess you can have it at a pretty heavy discount from the original price.
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