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Updated: June 25, 2025
Opposite St. Mary Abbott's church Mr. Iglesias lighted down from the 'bustop. His eyes were still dazzled by those flaming bills. Lionel Gordon was advertising handsomely. The knife-board of every second omnibus displayed them, now he came to look. His thought turned in quickened interest towards the Lady of the Windswept Dust and all that the said advertisements stood for in her case.
But don't give her too much serious stuff. It will only addle her brains." "Oh, she has very good brains. Mrs. Abbott was here just now, and although she is not what I should call literary or too literate she seemed to think your wife was just the sort of woman who should read." "Mrs. Abbott's a damned old nuisance. You must have been overjoyed at the interruption.
"She told my maid, and if we didn't listen to our maids' gossip how much would we really know about what goes on in this town?" Mrs. McLane, Mrs. Ballinger, Guadalupe Hathaway and Sally Abbott were sitting in Mrs. Abbott's large and hideous front parlor after luncheon, and she had tormented them throughout the meal with a promise of "something that would make their hair stand on end."
Charles Abbott's confidence left him little by little; what had seemed so easy in New York, so apparent, was uncertain with Havana about him. The careless insolence of the inspectors with the green-tasseled canes at once filled him with indignation and depression. How was he to begin his mission? Without a word of Spanish he couldn't even make it known.
From Abbott's Religious Magazine. But a more extended acquaintance with that work has very much increased our sense of its value. We never have opened any commentary on the Gospels, which has afforded us so much satisfaction.
At the same time, he has a certain affection for the child." For Philip's insight, or perhaps his opportunities, had not been equal to Miss Abbott's. Harriet would only sob, and accuse her brother of insulting her; how could a lady speak to such a horrible man? That, and nothing else, was enough to stamp Caroline. Oh, poor Lilia! Philip drummed on the bedroom window-sill.
But alas, wives have means of extracting secrets when their suspicions are alert and clamoring that no husband has the wit to elude, man being too ingenuous to follow the circumlocutory methods of the subtler sex. Not that there was ever anything subtle about Mrs. Abbott's methods. Mr. Abbott had a perpetual catarrh and it had long since weakened his fibre. It was commonly believed that when Mrs.
Poor Celeste, poor lovely Celeste, who wore her heart upon her sleeve, patent to all eyes save Donald's! Thus, it was with defined purpose that she had lured him this night into the garden. She wanted to disillusion him. The Barone, glooming in an obscure corner of the conservatory, saw them come in. Abbott's brave young face deceived him.
The old wounds, in part healed by his recent absence from the immediate vicinity of his constant discomfiture, had been re-opened and set bleeding afresh by Governor Abbott's treatment of the Citizens' Committee. Whatever lingering hope had remained in his mind of peace with honor for the troubled capital of Alleghenia, seemed to have been effectually dispelled by that interview.
Abbott's called The Manifestation of the Son of God, now, I fear, out of print.
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