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She hated Surbus, and she was quite open in her hatred. "If he ever comes at me again, and nobody calls him off, I shall shoot him." It was not a threat, as she spoke it, but a plain statement of a fact. "You'd better serve notice too, Ward. He's a nasty beast, and he'd just as soon kill a person as not. He was going to jump for my throat.
This is the Jew Moiseika, an imbecile, who went crazy twenty years ago when his hat factory was burnt down. And of all the inhabitants of Ward No. 6, he is the only one who is allowed to go out of the lodge, and even out of the yard into the street.
Ward shows us the people of England in the act of curing their own ills, of making good, by gigantic and self-sacrificing exertion in the present, the folly and selfishness and greed and soft slackness of the past.
Ward, a farmer from Sidney, had brought his little boy, Tommy S ; and Johnnie, the brother, had come from a home across the Bay of Quinte. So there was a touching meeting, and many experiences for the two brothers to relate, during one month's absence. Mr.
"Operation?" she managed to choke out at last. Operation was a fairly common word in Ward C, and not an over-hopeful one. "It's this way, Thumbkin; and let's make a bargain of it. I think there's a cure for that back of yours. It hasn't been tried very much; about often enough to make it worth while for us to take a chance.
In the Trinity all the 'Hows'? may and should be answered by 'Look'! just as a wise tutor would do in stating the fact of a double or treble motion, as of a ball rolling north ward on the deck of a ship sailing south, while the earth is turning from west to east.
I should be ashamed to be saved, if there were so many lost." She stopped; the anguish in John's face silenced her. "Well," Mrs. Grier said again, really enjoying the scene, "I'm surprised; I wouldn't a' believed it!" She folded her hands across her waist, and looked at Mrs. Ward with keen interest.
Judge Ward was a graduate of the university. Often and long he had talked to Ken about university life, the lasting benefit of associations and friendships. He would probably think that his son had barred himself out by some reckless or foolish act. Ken was not sure what was to blame; he knew he had fallen in his own estimation, and that the less he thought of himself the more he hated the Sophs.
Johns branch of the Bank of Nova Scotia to advance only the price of a ticket to New York on a letter of credit that would be presented by his ward, Cabot Grant. "What does it mean?" asked Cabot in bewilderment, as he finished reading this surprising order. "I've no idea," replied the manager dryly.
"What was it you read?" he asked abruptly. "I don't like to say it," she whispered unsteadily. "Well, you needn't. I'll say it for you, when I come to it. There's a lot before that." Ward Warren had never before opened his soul to any human; not completely.
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