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'Little Red Riding-hood. That will be beautiful for you, Daisy." "But Preston, I mustn't be everything." "Plenty more things coming. You don't like Red Riding-hood? Then we will give it to Nora or Ella." "O like it," said Daisy. "I like it much better than Esther unless you will play Ahasuerus." "Well I will put you down for both of 'em." "But who's to be anything else?" "Lots. Here. Splendid!
"When I went to bed, it was in the pocket of my coat, lying on that chair." "It is certainly a wonderful pocketbook. I have just found it in that gentleman's pocket." Fairfax's eyes were bent malignantly upon Andy. A light flashed upon him. Now, he recognized him. "I know you," he said. "You are the man that stopped Colonel Preston, and tried to rob him."
"First thing as soon as you are well enough for it we are going to have a grand pic-nic party to Silver Lake." "Silver Lake? what, on the other side of the river?" "Yes." "Oh, how delightful! But I shall not be able to go in a long time, Preston." "Yes, you will. Aunt Felicia says you are coming back to Melbourne now; and once we get you there, we'll cure you up.
"Have you found out anything suspicious about any of them, Tom?" Preston shook his head. "I've studied their security background investigations until I'm half blind. There isn't a thing that has even a remote connection." Gordon added, "Maybe finding the actual saboteur is the toughest part, but there are some things about the thefts that aren't clear to me.
"Why, because an urn comes to be an emblem of mortality and all that. Come, Daisy; let us go." "I think a vase of flowers would be a great deal nicer," I said. "We do not keep the ashes of our friends." "We don't put signs of joy over their graves either," said Preston. "I should think we might," I said, meditatively. "When people have gone to Jesus they must be very glad!"
"That will do. Perhaps it will be well, however, to bring half the number whenever they are finished." "All right, sir." "I suppose your mother can cut them out if I send a shirt as a pattern?" "Yes, sir." Mr. Preston rose, and, going to a bureau, took therefrom a shirt which he handed to Paul. He then wrote a few lines on a slip of paper, which he also handed our hero.
"It is no matter who has got it," said Daisy. "I couldn't keep it." "She is right, Nora," said Preston, who came up just then, at the same time with the doctor. "She could not keep it, because it was taken away from her without any leave asked. I mean she shall have it back, too, one of these days. Don't you say another word to Daisy! she has behaved like a little angel about it."
It was a beautiful sight, exciting and stirring; with the beat of horses' hoofs, the clatter of harness, the rumble of wheels tearing along over the ground, the flash of a sabre now and then, the ringing words of command, and the soft shrill echoing bugle which repeated them. I only wanted to understand it all; and in the evening I plied Preston with questions. He explained things to me patiently.
Frank Preston, to whom I was much attached and for whom I had a high esteem. Give my love to Bertus. Tell him I hope Mrs. Taylor will retain one of her little daughters for him. She always reserves the youngest of the flock from Custis, as he is not particular as to an early date. "Your affectionate father, "R. E. Lee. "General William H. F. Lee."
On Thursday, the 22nd of April, 1869, its abrupt termination was announced, by a telegram from Preston, that caused a pang of grief and anxiety to the vast multitude of those to whom the very name of Charles Dickens had, for more than thirty years, been endeared. The intimation conveyed through that telegram was the fact of his sudden and alarming illness.
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