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Bond live in one of those houses?" he wondered, "and if so, where did she keep her ducks? And where, oh, where, were the tulips and the lilies of his dream?" He uttered no sound, but his mind kept exclaiming, "This! Piccadilly?" "See," said Jan, oblivious of Tony and intent on keeping her lively niece upon her knee. "There's the Green Park." Tony breathed more freely.
I should say it was worse than a mess a catastrophe. You know what Alan is isn't " She floundered off into silence. "Oh, yes," said Tony, the more tranquil of the two. "I know what he is and isn't, better than most people, I think. I ought to. But I love him. I just discovered it to-night, or rather it is the first time I ever let myself look straight at the fact.
When Tony and Harry had nearly reached the village, who should they meet, at a cross-road in the woods, but Mr. Loudon and Captain Caseby! "Ho, ho!" cried the captain "where on earth have you been? Here I've been a-hunting you all night." "You have, have you?" said Tony, with a chuckle; "and Harry and I've been a-huntin' you all night, too." Everybody now began to talk at once.
"Not go into the ring, with all them people inside what's paid their money a-cause they knowed yer?" "That's it," she cried. "I can't! I can't!" "YER gettin' too tony!" Barker sneered. "That's the trouble with you. You ain't been good for nothin' since you was at that parson's house. Yer didn't stay there, and yer no use here. First thing yer know yer'll be out all 'round." "Out?" "Sure.
"My dear sir," said the Count, at length turning to Tony with a perturbed countenance, "it is as I feared, and you are fallen into a great misfortune." "A great misfortune! A great trap, I call it!" shouted Tony, whose blood, by this time, was boiling; but as he uttered the word the beautiful Polixena cast such a stricken look on him that he blushed up to the forehead.
It was a glorious, breezy gallop of ten miles in the early morning, and as they came up the trail Tony could distinguish his mother, already on the watch, waving a welcome as far as her eyes could discern them. Outside the settlement the boys slackened speed, and talked regretfully of their coming separation. North Eagle was wearing an extremely handsome buckskin shirt, fringed and richly beaded.
Harry's father was so delighted to find his boy again, that he did not care to explain anything, and he and Harry walked off together. But Captain Caseby told Tony all about it. How he, Mr. Loudon, and old Mr. Wagner, had set out to look for Harry; how Mr. Wagner soon became so tired that he had to give up, and go home, and how Mr.
"You betta go home," he admonished, "your mamma not like." "We're going to run the streets today," I said, manfully, "Mrs. Handsomebody is away at a funeral." "A funer-al," repeated Tony, "she know about dis?" "No " I replied, "but Mary Ellen does." "She a beeg lady dis Marie Ellen?" "Oh, yes. She's awfully big. Bigger than you, and strong "
The ginger-colored man's wig had developed into a frizzy fringe and the rest of the coiffure of the hour. A large picture hat surmounted it, and her little person was clothed in a vivid heliotrope dress of the latest mode. It was a handsome dress, a handsome hat, a handsome wig, yet somehow the effect was jarring. Tony felt vaguely shocked. "Bless thee!
If there had been only friendship between herself and Brett, Ann felt she could so easily have begged a chance for Tony.
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