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"Sylvia, I saw Searle to-day, one of the fellows whom we met on the river last summer, and he began to tell me something about André and the splendid cousin, who is married and gone abroad it seems. I did not hear much, for Jessie was waiting; but you remember the handsome Cubans we saw at Christmas, don't you?" "Yes, I remember."
"Take me by some long roundabout way," said Searle, "so that I may see as many college-walls as possible." "You know," I asked of our attendant, "all these wonderful ins and outs?" "I ought to, sir," he said, after a moment, with pregnant gravity. And as we were passing one of the colleges, "That used to be my place," he added.
It had been composed just after the young man's accident, and after relating how he had received a not inconsiderable injury, requested Searle to come to Starlight at once, if possible, and not to divulge any needless facts to Beth. "I'm broke, and this knock puts me down and out," the letter concluded. "Come down, like a good old chap, and cheer me up."
"It's just a little souvenir that's all a souvenir of of my escape from those terrible men." "And Searle's return," added Van, who felt the very devil in his veins at sight of Bostwick helpless and enraged. Searle opened his lips as if to fling out something of his wrath. He held it back and turned to Beth. "It will soon be night. We have much to do. I suppose I may see you, privately even here?"
To be so simple, among those complicated treasures, so pampered and yet so fresh, so modest and yet so placid, told of just the spacious leisure in which Searle and I had imagined human life to be steeped in such places as that. This figure was to the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood what a fact is to a fairy-tale, an interpretation to a myth.
The cooling moisture revived the wounded woman; her bosom swelled with a deep sigh, and she opened her eyes and looked languidly around. "How do you feel now, madam?" asked Miranda, gently. "Who are you?" said Moll, in reply, after a moment's pause. "Miranda Miranda Searle, the wife of Philip," she added, trembling at the remembrance of the woman's treatment at her husband's hands.
During the din of preparations for the Searle House concert, and during the meetings which it entailed, now at the Varleys', now at the house of some other connection of his for the concert was the work of his friends, and given in the town house of his decrepit great-uncle, Lord Daniel he had many opportunities of observing Rose.
I know what it is," she said, waving it about as a schoolboy sometimes exultingly exhibits a toy that he has mischievously snatched from a comrade. "It's your death-warrant, Philip Searle, if somebody sees it over yonder. I heard you. I heard you. You're going over to fight for Jeff. Davis. Well, I don't care, but I'll go with you. Don't come near me.
The horseman cut him short. "So long, Searle. I trust you'll meet congenial company on the road, but I advise you even now to return the way you came." Bostwick glared at him vindictively, but impotently. His jaw was set and hard. A cold fire glittered in his eyes. How selfishly eager he was to be started on his way not even the girl could have known.
It echoed the phrases that Searle himself had employed so persistently, many of them grossly mendacious, as Beth was sufficiently aware. Her effort had been futile, after all. She was not at all certain as to Glen's condition; she was wholly in the dark in all directions. On the day succeeding the reservation rush she received the news at Mrs.
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