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He listlessly telephoned to Claire, in the morning. "Hello? Oh! Miss Boltwood? This is Milt Daggett." "Oh! Oh, how are you?" "Why, why I'm I've got settled. I can get into the engineering school all right." "I'm glad." "Uh, enjoying Seattle?" "Oh! Oh yes. The mountains Do you like it?" "Oh! Oh yes. Sea and all Great town." "Uh, w-when are we going to see you?
There's a parson at West Gate Village.... I intend to make sure of you now. You can keep it a secret if you like. When you return to town we can have everything en règle engagement announced, cards, church wedding, and all that. Meanwhile I'm going to be sure of you." "W-when?" "This afternoon." His excitement thrilled her; a vivid colour surged over neck and brow.
"W-when are you going to see the President again?" said Jethro, at last. "To-morrow morning," answered the senator; "he wants me to walk over with him to see the postmaster-general, who is sick in bed." "What time do you leave the White House? "At eleven," said the senator, very much puzzled. "Er Grant ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?"
"Beverley," he cried, "you'll shield her from him w-when I'm gone, you'll l-look after her, won't you, Beverley? She's the only thing I ever loved except my accursed self. You will shield her from that d-devil!" Then, still clutching Barnabas, he turned and seized Cleone's hands. "Clo!" he cried, "dearest of sisters, if ever you need a f-friend when I'm gone, he's here.
"W-when are you going to see the President again?" said Jethro, at last. "To-morrow morning," answered the senator; "he wants me to walk over with him to see the postmaster-general, who is sick in bed." "What time do you leave the White House? "At eleven," said the senator, very much puzzled. "Er Grant ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?"
"Some actor fellow once said w-when you w-went West you were c-camping out," chattered Carley. "Believe me, he said something." The fact was Carley had never camped out. Her set played golf, rode horseback, motored and house-boated, but they had never gone in for uncomfortable trips. The camps and hotels in the Adirondacks were as warm and luxurious as Carley's own home.
Daddy had to go East, left you his regards. W-when ?" "Why why I suppose you're awful awfully busy, meeting people and all " "Yes, I am, rather, but " Her hedging uncomfortable tone changed to a cry of distress. "Milt! I must see you. Come up at four this afternoon." "Yes!" He rushed to a small, hot tailor-shop. He panted "Press m' suit while I wait?"
"W-when?" "The day we return." "Can you leave your work?" "Yes. Halloran knows." "And you will go?" "Yes, if you wish it." Another silence. Then she shook her head, not looking at him. "There is no use in going now." "Why?" "Because because I do not wish it." Her eyes fell lower; she drew a long, unsteady breath. "And because it is too late," she said.
"W-when are you going to see the President again?" said Jethro, at last. "To-morrow morning," answered the senator; "he wants me to walk over with him to see the postmaster-general, who is sick in bed." "What time do you leave the White House? "At eleven," said the senator, very much puzzled. "Er Grant ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?"
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