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"Don't you know what it is" he spoke with a curious imperiousness "that protects any woman or any man either for the matter of that from Marcella Maxwell's beauty? Don't you know that she adores her husband?" "That's a pose, of course, like everything else," cried Letty, trying to move herself away; "you once said it was." "Before I knew her. It's not a pose it's the secret of her whole life."
"There is certainly no lack of vitality in Mr. Maxwell's sketches, and his adroit economic draughtsmanship, his keen observation, and the feeling of personal interpretation in his work give them genuine distinction." Sunday Times. "Mr. Maxwell is a most original traveller.... We have said so much of Mr. Maxwell the writer and traveller, that there is a danger of forgetting Mr. Maxwell the artist.
I presume if my husband he was a physician had gone into politics and had luck, I'd have been jest like those ladies; but as he didn't, I'm still doin' most of my own work and look it. But the Lord knows what he's about, I guess. Senator Maxwell's a swell; they've always been rich, the Maxwells, and he married a New York girl, so she didn't have much to learn, I guess.
Two of the three Egyptian battalions of Lewis's brigade were placed on the left rear of the British brigade, the third battalion was in square round the camels. Two field batteries were in front of the infantry, and two to the right of Maxwell's brigade. Half a mile from the zareba the infantry halted, and the artillery and Maxims opened fire.
"Well, I was goin' to spring her on you about to-night, up at the Lone Star," said he; "but I couldn't wait. Ain't she a yaller flower? Say, I played her every night from Vegas down for five nights Pecos Crossin', Salt Wells, Maxwell's, Hocradle Cañon, Jack's Peak all the way. After I'd get my horses hobbled out and get my bed made down, I'd set her up on the front seat and turn her loose.
Opening out of Lady Maxwell's new sitting-room was a little lobby or landing, about four yards square, lighted from above; at the further end of it was the door into her bedroom. This lobby was scarcely more than a broad passage; and would attract no attention from any passing through it.
Neither of them had the nerve to open the parcel, which lay upon Maxwell's desk, very much sealed and tied and labelled, diffusing a faint smell of horses, as express packages mostly do, through the room. Maxwell found strength, if not heart, to speak first. "I suppose I am to blame for not going to Chicago for the rehearsals."
Watton could not find a good word for any of them was sure that what mostly attracted them was the notoriety of the position, involving, as it did, a sort of personal antagonism to Lady Maxwell, who had, so to speak, made Mile End her own. And to be Lady Maxwell's enemy was, Watton opined, the next best thing, from the point of view of advertisement, to being her friend.
He came back twice; then, as something in his manner seemed to give Maxwell authority, the clerk volunteered to say that he thought he might find the actor at the Players' Club. In this hope he walked across to Gramercy Park. Godolphin had been dining there, and when he got Maxwell's name, he came half way down the stairs to meet him. He put his arm round him to return to the library.
The dog ran away, visited all the clothes lines in the village, till he found a gray shirt very like his master's. He seized it and ran home, laying it at his master's feet, joyfully wagging his tail meanwhile. Mr. Maxwell's story done, a bright-faced boy, called Simon Grey, got up and said: "You all know our old gray horse Ned.
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