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The sole spark of romance in him had been fanned into a small steady flame by his passion for Ethel. Ryley was a man who could only love once for all. 'Did you find that private ledger for me out of the old safe? Stanway demanded. 'Yes, said Ryley, 'and I put it in your safe, at the front, and gave you the key back this morning. 'I don't see it there, Stanway retorted.
In Stanway Rents was a small warehouse in which, according to rumours of the afternoon, a free soup kitchen was to be opened.
If I were you, I think I should apologize to Mr. Woollett in some way." Lord Stanway, who, in the hour or two of reflection left him after parting with Hewitt, had come to the belief that he had employed a man whose mind was not always in order, received Hewitt's story with natural astonishment.
'Uncle only told me that aunt wasn't equal to coming. I wondered where uncle had got to. 'Well, Stanway continued, 'you'd better go to Church Street at once, and see after things. Leonora seemed to hesitate. 'As quick as you can, he said with irritation and increasing excitement. 'Don't waste a moment. It may be serious. I'll drive the girls home, and then I'll come and fetch you. 'If Mrs.
Neither the memory of his humiliating clumsy lies about his sister in broaching the matter of his father's estate to Stanway, nor his clear perception that Stanway was a dishonest and a frightened man, nor his strong theoretical objection to Stanway's tactics in so urgently inviting him to tea, could overpower the sensation of spiritual comfort and complacency which possessed him as he sat between Leonora and Ethel at Leonora's splendidly laden table.
Here's a French dictionary, he replied, producing one from a drawer, much to her chagrin; she had hoped that he would not have a dictionary. Then Stanway began to look through a pile of correspondence, and to scribble in a large saffron-coloured diary. He went out to Mr. Mayer; Mr. Mayer came in to him; they called to each other from room to room. The machinery stopped beneath and started again.
As he passed by the archway near the packing house the afternoon postman appeared and gave him a letter. Without thinking he halted on the spot and opened it. It was written in haste, and ran: 'My Dear Stanway, I am called away to London and may have to sail for New York at once. Sorry to have to break the appointment. We must leave that affair over.
Ethel saw by the change of colour in her father's neck that the susceptibilities of his patriotism had been assailed. 'What do you mean? Stanway asked pugnaciously. 'I mean that you are falling behind here, said Twemlow with cold, nonchalant firmness. 'Every one knows that. You're getting left. Look how you're being cut out in cheap toilet stuff.
'Thank you, was the rather feeble answer. 'But I shall have to leave pretty early. 'We'll see about that, said Stanway. 'You can take Mr. Twemlow and the girls, Nora, and I'll follow as quick as I can. I must dictate a letter or two. The three women, Twemlow in the midst, escaped like a pretty cloud out of the rude, dingy office, and their bright voices echoed diminuendo down the stair.
He was a familiar of the house, and had had the unconditional entrée since he and the Stanway girls first went to the High Schools at Oldcastle. 'I hope I haven't disturbed your beauty sleep any of you, was his opening remark. 'Yes, you have, said Ethel. He continued: 'I just came in to seek a little temporary relief from the excellent Quain.
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