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The proposition suited Wood's mood, and Prescott's, too, so they took their way without further words toward Winthrop's office, on the second floor of a rusty two-story frame building. Talbot led them up a shabby staircase just broad enough for one, between walls from which the crude plastering had dropped in spots. "Why are newspaper offices always so shabby," he asked.
He did not think much of his sister in this connection, but simply decided that his mother, and possibly Elmira, had overrated Lawrence Prescott's attention, and jumped too hastily at conclusions. It was incredible that any one should fancy his sister in preference to Lucina. Lawrence had merely called in a friendly way.
"I hope your mummy has jewels," she said. "It has not," replied Braddock sharply. "So far as I know, the Inca race never buried their dead with jewels." "But I have read in Prescott's History that they did," said Hope. "Prescott! Prescott!" cried the Professor contemptuously, "a most unreliable authority.
I tell you something dreadful has happened to father. Mother says so. Go right along!" Jerome pulled himself away from her nervous clutch, and collected himself for flight. "He was goin' to carry that wood to Doctor Prescott's," said he, reflectively. "Ain't any sense goin' to the ten-acre lot till I see if he's been there." "It's on the way," cried Elmira, frantically. "Hurry up!
Seeing that look of Lawrence Prescott's, he was suddenly filled with that bitterness of grudging another the sweet which one desires for one's self which is like no other bitterness on earth; and he who had hitherto pitied only the deprivations of others pitied his own, and so became the pauper of his own spirit. "He likes her," he told himself; "of course she'll like him.
"I happened to hear what you said about me in Prescott's room a few minutes ago." "Eavesdropping?" queried Greg calmly. "What's that?" snapped Cartwright, and his flush deepened. "See here, Holmes, I don't want any trouble with you." "That shows a lively sense of discretion," smiled Greg, turning to face the other. "But I want you to stop picking on me. Talk about somebody else for a change!"
Jordan is on the east side of this building, and I believe he is confessing a plot that he put into successful operation against me. Douglass is already there listening. Will you slip there softly, and listen, too? I don't ask this as a matter of friendship, but of honor! Will you go -and softly?" Slowly Durville turned and looked into Prescott's eyes. Then he did not speak, but he nodded.
When they knocked at the door it was opened by a coloured servant, and they passed into a large room, already full of people who were talking and laughing as if they had known one another all their lives. Prescott's first glimpse was of Helen Harley in a flowered silk dress, and he felt a thrill of gladness. Then he was presented to his hostess, Mrs.
When it came Dick Prescott's turn he spoke so quietly that those nearest him thought he said six dollars. "Sixty dollars?" repeated Mr. Morton, more distinctly. "The best offering yet." "I've one more," added Prescott, in the same low voice. "Then speak up more loudly," directed the submaster. "There are a lot of young people here who want to hear."
And I wanted to say that if you can't spare this money, I would rather you kept it; for I don't need it now, and you can send it to me when things are better with you." That was Ephraim Prescott's way with his boarders; and so he did not grow in riches as fast as he grew in soul. Ephraim's wife had taught him to read the Bible.
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