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'Alie, began Bridget at the same moment in her whining tone, 'do listen to him. But a peremptory 'Hush' from Randolph checked her. Both the girls looked up. A short, rather stout, pleasant-faced man was at that moment overtaking them. 'Good-morning, sir, he said as he passed, and 'Good-morning, Mr. Redding, returned Rough courteously, as the other lifted his hat. Rough had very nice manners.
As he was looking it over, to locate the trouble, the door of the house opened and a pleasant-faced woman stepped out. "Oh, Tom," she called. "I looked for you a moment ago, and you weren't here!" "No, Mrs. Baggert," Tom replied, waving his hand in greeting to the housekeeper, "Rad and I just came back quite suddenly sooner than we expected to. Why? Did you want me?"
The voice came from a pleasant-faced, well-dressed young woman who was sitting at a table that almost touched Jerton's. He thanked her hurriedly and nervously for the information, and made some inconsequent remark about the flowers.
The butler, for instance, a pleasant-faced colored man, had evidently come straight from the docks, for he passed the food much as a stoker passes coal to a boiler, while the sound of a crashing platter in the butler's pantry gave evidence that the second girl was a house wrecker. "See here, Ma!" Gray threw down his napkin. "You have a beautiful home, and you want it to be perfect, don't you?"
It was a good old Friend, whom everybody loved a-white-haired, pleasant-faced minister, whose words were always wise. Benjamin's parents showed him the picture. They told him how the lad was always trying to draw something. And they asked what they should do about it. The good minister looked at the picture for a long time. Then he called little Benjamin to him.
"Good morning, sir," said a voice behind me, and I turned to find a pleasant-faced, grey-haired woman standing in the doorway. "Good morning," I responded. "I suppose you are Mrs. Hargis?" "Yes, sir; and your breakfast's ready." "Has Mr. Godfrey gone?" "Yes, sir; he left about an hour ago. He was afraid his machine would waken you." "It didn't," I said, as I followed her back along the hall.
At noon on the day following the dinner at Hill Street, Walter Fetherston known at Idsworth as Mr. Maltwood alighted from the station fly, and was met at the cottage gate by the smiling, pleasant-faced woman in a clean apron who acted as caretaker.
While he was still moving in, Dwight Herbert Deacon wandered downstairs and stood informally in the door of the new store. The music man, a pleasant-faced chap of thirty-odd, was rubbing at the face of a piano. "Hello, there!" he said. "Can I sell you an upright?" "If I can take it out in pulling your teeth, you can," Dwight replied. "Or," said he, "I might marry you free, either one."
The beautiful black brows met in a spasm of pain over eyes that stared at an abyss of ruin; her lips whitened, she wrung her hands unconsciously; and then, as if numb with horror, she leaned back in her chair, and her chin sank until it touched the black ribbon at her throat. When after a while she rallied, and forced herself to listen, a pleasant-faced young man was on the witness stand.
No longer was he the smiling, pleasant-faced boy. He smiled infrequently now. His face was a man's face. The lips, the eyes, the lines were harsh as his thoughts were harsh. He was rarely unkind to Saxon; but, on the other hand he was rarely kind. His attitude toward her was growing negative. He was disinterested.
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