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Twig's smile left no doubt of her sincerity. "You and Toby will be havin' rare good times together." "That we will, now!" broke in Toby quite excited at the prospect. Mr. Henry Wise, Mr. Bruce Norton's secretary, was enjoying himself.
It seemed to her that to have such a little greenhouse as Norton proposed, full of beauties, would be one of the most enjoyable things that could be. Every new page of the catalogue, every new detail of Norton's plan, tugged at her heart-strings. She wanted to get those plants and flowers.
There was a car with a man and a woman who answers her description. Then, there was another car, too." "Another car?" "Yes that's where Norton crosses the trail again. We searched his apartment. It was upset like Whitney's. I haven't finished with that. But we have a list of all the private hacking places. I've located one that hired a car to a man answering Norton's description.
Littleton and Betty, my father's cook-maid, behaved tolerably well; but as soon as he was gone they altered their conduct; however, upon Mr. Norton's speaking to him, Mr. Littleton became much more civil; and Betty followed his example.
Mrs Jane showed great concern for her cousin, seeming to Jenny's eyes much more distressed than she had been for the previous postponement of her journey. While everything was in confusion, a cavalcade of visitors unexpectedly arrived, and made the confusion still greater. Mrs Jane arranged to stay for some days longer, and act as hostess in Mrs Norton's place.
Senator Stevens and other powers had so distorted Norton's view of the difference between public and private interests and their respective rights that he had come to believe captial to be the sacred heritage of the nation which must be protected at any cost.
The other man wept for the daughter that had gone out of his life, wept for her pretty face and cheerful laughter, wept for her love, wept for the years he would live without her. We know which sorrow is the manliest, which appeals to our sympathy, but who can measure the depth of John Norton's suffering? It was as vast as the night, cold as the stream of moonlit sea.
Norton's brows wrinkled; he had not thought of the newspaper. But he realized now that if the paper failed to appear on scheduled time the people in Union County would think that Hollis had surrendered; they would refuse to believe that he had been so badly injured that he could not issue the paper, and Dunlavey would be careful to circulate some sort of a story to encourage this view.
But watch out, they'll talk an arm off of you on any subject under the sun." "Hope Norton's there," he panted a little later, resisting Martin's effort to relieve him of the two demijohns. "Norton's an idealist a Harvard man. Prodigious memory. Idealism led him to philosophic anarchy, and his family threw him off.
"I'm getting closer to one," replied Craig confidently, though on what he could base any optimism I could not see. The same idea seemed to be in Norton's mind. "You think you will have something tangible soon?" he asked eagerly. "I've had more slender threads than these to work on," reassured Kennedy. "Besides, I'm getting very little help from any of you.
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