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We're going to see to his education, for if it hadn't been for Rastus well perhaps there'd never have been a happy Mary." "Or," said Mr. Thornton with a glad laugh, "or a Sunny Jim." A light tap was heard on the door of John's sitting-room. "John, are you still up? Can I come in?" Before John could answer, Drusilla was in the room. "John, I'm ashamed of you!
It piled drift upon drift, and made the roads about Benton, for miles in every direction, impassible. It shut each farmhouse in upon itself; the Ellisons in their home; Colonel Witham and Granny Thornton alone in the Half Way House. The old mill was silent for a whole week. Then there came a magazine to Tom Harris, bringing a timely suggestion to the boys of Benton.
It is too early for the child to eat," said the undisturbed father. "His stomach must be out of order; he threw up yesterday all he ate," continued Althea. "Because you stuffed him so. You are making a glutton of him. You ought to know he should not eat more than he can hold," replied Thornton, amiable as usual. The child had put his chubby hands upon the table, and laid upon them his curly head.
I expressed my vexation to Thornton, who told me not to mind it, but to tell Sir John that I would pay him if he came to the town; and that he was quite sure we could win enough, by his certain game at hazard, to pay off my debt. "Accordingly, as Thornton desired, I asked Sir John Tyrrell to come with me to Newmarket. He did so. I left him, joined Thornton, and went to the gambling-house.
And to Buck Thornton, man's man of the wide open country beyond the mountains, who had set his eyes upon no woman for a half year, who had looked on no woman of her obvious class and type for two years, who had seen the woman of one half her physical loveliness and tugging charm never, the effect was instant and tremendous. A little shiver went through him; his eyes caught fire.
"You have great influence with Sir John Thornton, haven't you, mother?" asked Antonia, kneeling down as she spoke by the open window, and leaning one pointed elbow on the sill. Mrs. Bernard Temple permitted herself to smile agreeably. "A man's fiancée has generally influence over him," she said in a sentimental voice. "That's what I thought," said Antonia.
Thornton made a cigarette and went to the door to look for the upclimbing moon; the girl carried her chair to the fireplace and sat down, her hands in her lap, her eyes staring into the coals.
TURKEY. Women, in Constantinople, are confined in seraglios for life, or shut up in their apartments. They are not permitted to appear in public without a vail, and can only obtain their freedom by devoting themselves to prostitution. "The slave market," says Mr. Thornton, "is a quadrangle, surrounded by a covered gallery, and ranges of small and separate apartments.
"You won't stick up there, by any chance, till your man that's not your husband happens round?" She addressed him by name for the first time. "Thornton, did I ever tell you a lie?" "I never caught you in one, that I know of. Cut along!" She went like a bird released. Once in her room, and clear of him, she could lock her door and cry for help.
Miss Thornton was not only the oldest clerk there, but she was the highest paid, and the longest in the company's employ; also she was by nature a leader, and generally managed to impress her associates with her own mood, whatever it might be.
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