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Arabelle Seabright's net had caught its fish. And what had the fish caught? Now that is the vital question. Unusual For A Man. Never in all of human history was an ambitious woman more satisfied with the progress of her plans than was Mrs. Arabelle Seabright. In due time the Hon. H. G. Volrees had formed her acquaintance and it was not long before they had come to an understanding.
Seabright, and said, "I have broken through all rules of propriety in order to get to you. I wish to say to you, Mr. Seabright, that this plea of absorption in your business is all humbug. You have other and secret reasons for not desiring to appear in our social circles." The perspiration broke out in great beads on Mr. Seabright's face.
Seabright's factory and caused him to open the door of his den. When Mr. Seabright caught sight of a woman's face and form he made a quick attempt to close the door, but Mrs. Marsh apprehending such an attempt, thrust a foot in so as to prevent this. "Will you kindly withdraw?" asked Mr. Seabright, excitedly, holding the door as nearly closed as the foot would allow.
But the "workin's o' salvation was not to be finicked away on worldly things or even the affections of the flesh;" and if Cissy really loved her aunt, "she wouldn't interfere with her while she was, so to speak, still on the mourners' bench, wrastlin' with the Sperret in their back sittin'-room." But she might wait until Brother Seabright's return from evening chapel after service. Cissy waited.
Let us drop the subject. I really do want to tell you something about Willie Seabright." "What did Mr. Van Ariens say about the matter? What did he think? Why did he tell you?" "We were talking of the Marquise. The story came up quite naturally. I think Mr. Van Ariens felt very sorry for Miss Moran. Of course he did. Will you listen to Captain Seabright's letter?
Seabright's visitor, saw to it that every window and door of the house was properly barred, and then repaired to the tower which commanded every approach to the house. To his very great surprise he found the tower a veritable arsenal with ammunition in abundance and death dealing devices of the most improved types.
It was not long before a Mr. Gilman, reporter for the "Daily Columbian," was ushered into Mrs. Seabright's room. "Let us understand each other at the outset, if possible," said Mrs. Seabright, with a smile, directing a kindly gaze in the direction of the young man. Mr. Gilman bowed deferentially, but said nothing. "I am ambitious." said Mrs. Seabright.
Braggs, for that was what his visit that morning to West Woodlands meant, and to be personally complimented on her improvement by the famous Brother Seabright, all within twelve hours, was something to be proud of, even although it was mitigated by her aunt's illness, her suitor's abrupt departure, and Brother Seabright's momentary coldness and impatience.
Indeed, it would not have seemed strange to some remembering Brother Seabright's discursive oratory if he had made some allusion to it. But he did not. His heavy eyes moved slowly over the congregation, and he began. As usual he did not take a text. But he would talk to them that morning about "The Conviction of Sin" and the sense of wrong-doing that was innate in the sinner.
Then, with her long curls tossed over her shoulders and hanging limply down the back of her new maple-leaf yellow frock, which was also a timid recognition of Brother Seabright's return, and her brown eyes turned to the rafters, this rustic St. Cecilia of the Coast Range began to sing.
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