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Morrison's, Lady Shuttleworth's had been so angry lately whenever they rested on her that his seemed so very kind? No; she did remember thinking them that, even being struck by them, when she saw him first in Kunitz. A dull red crept into her face when she remembered that day and what followed.
'Billy, he said, 'Billy, when you get home, give my love to my wife and little Buddie. Then he just seemed to sink into a heap, and I sprang up to 'commands. Boys, through the rest of that fight I could see nothing but Mrs. Morrison's white face, hear nothing but her sobs. Oh, the misery of it all! I seemed to grow into an old man all at once.
When they visited Peter Morrison's house it was easy to see that Eileen was interested, more interested than any of them ever before had seen her in any subject outside of clothing and jewels. Her conduct in the Strong home had been irreproachable. She had cared for her own room, quietly undertaken the duties of dusting and arranging the rooms and cutting and bringing in flowers.
"What was Morrison's explanation?" I asked. "He said Farrell had requested him to call. He was going to give him a tip for a little flutter in the mining market." "Is it known where Farrell went that afternoon?" "I see you think the doctor's explanation thin, just as I did. Farrell told his partner that he had an appointment with Miss Lester; Miss Lester says there was no appointment.
As if carried away by enthusiasm in meeting one of his own kind in business affairs, Daunt grabbed Morrison's hand and pulled the mayor away with him toward the door, assuring him that he was glad to pitch in, heart and soul, with a man who had the best interests of a grand state to conserve and develop in the line of water-power. Then he went on as if quoting from a prospectus.
"Yes," said he, in answer to his imaginary companion, "there shall be both separation and silence for those whose moral case it suits for all, perhaps, at first but not for all always. Away with your Morrison's pill-system; your childish monotony of moral treatment in cases varying and sometimes opposed. "Yes, but I would.
But the abstraction that had marked Morrison's demeanor when he had looked over the Governor's head at the closed door and the later glint of jest in his eyes departed suddenly. The eyes narrowed. "You talk of trouble that's impending this night, Governor North!" "There'll be no trouble," insisted the Senator. "Fools can always stir a row," declared His Excellency, with just as much emphasis.
"Come nearer the fire," said Alice, "and sit down; my father will be here presently. It is snowing again, is it not?" "It is, Maam a bitter storm." "Have you come far?" "It's a good bit, my lady it's more nor a mile beyant Carra just right forgin the ould big hill they call the Catchback; in Jemmy Morrison's woods where Pat M'Farren's clearing is it's there I live, my lady."
When she broke through the rank foliage flourishing from the waters of the spring and looked out on the plateau what she saw was Peter Morrison's house in the process of being floored and shingled. For a minute Marian was physically ill. Her heart hurt until her hand crept to her side in an effort to soothe it.
The interest of passive benevolence which the young medical student gave to Morrison's account of these children, who had grown quite beyond the age when children are pretty and interesting, would soon have been exhausted had the account been long; but it happened that the old man had a more startling communication to make, which cut short his gossip about his master's family.
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