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Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the LILY SANDS this afternoon, is he?" said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews's that morning in Matthew's cart. "Yes. Our potato crop is very good this year. I hope your father's crop is good too." "It is fairly good, thank you. Have you picked many of your apples yet?" "Oh, ever so many," said Anne forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly.
But she was yet so faithful that she would not ask him to go on. He continued, unasked, "I don't know just how, now, to account for its coming into my head that it was Miss Andrews who was my unknown correspondent. I suppose I've always unconsciously expected to meet that girl, and Miss Andrews's hypothetical case was psychologically so parallel " "Yes, yes!"
The roar of the traffic and the clatter of footsteps and the grumble of voices swirled like dance music about Andrews's head. He noticed all at once that the rabbit man stood in front of him, a rabbit dangling forgotten at the end of its rubber tube. "Et ca va bien? le commerce," said Andrews. "Quietly, quietly," said the rabbit man, distractedly making the rabbit turn a somersault at his feet.
"Well, there is nothing more to be done here," he added, after a cursory look about the office. "Mr. Andrews, may I have a word with you? Come on, Jameson. Good day, Mr. Kahan. Good day, Officer." Outside we stopped for a moment at the door of Andrews's car. "I shall want to see Mr. Morowitch's papers at home," said Craig, "and also to call on Doctor Thornton.
On the right of the line, as befitted the fact that its commander was the senior naval officer and in charge of all this portion of the coast, was Admiral Andrews's flag-ship, the Olympia, but little changed, at least to the casual glance, since that day, more than twoscore years ago, when she blazed her way into Manila Bay and won for us a colonial empire.
So may the truth be flashed out by one blow, And Guido see, one instant, and be saved." A fresh and clear discussion of the principles governing Rhythm and Metre may be found in C. E. Andrews's Writing and Reading of Verse. The well-known books by Alden, Corson, Gummere, Lewis, Mayor, Omond, Raymond and Saintsbury are indicated in the Bibliography.
We had a struggle for some moments alone, and just as my knife was in a good position a man struck him from behind, throwing him off his guard and letting my blade penetrate his throat until it protruded three inches beyond the back of his neck. Then the fight was over. Chips stopped at my side with Andrews's revolver in his hand.
"You go up first and see that there's no one there," said Jeanne in a business-like tone. Andrews's hands were cold. He felt his heart thumping while he climbed the stairs. The room was empty. A fire was ready to light in the small fireplace. Andrews hastily tidied up the table and kicked under the bed some soiled clothes that lay in a heap in a corner.
But those patrician women of Alexandria had not had chestnut hair with a glimpse of burnished copper in it; they might have dyed it, though! "Why are you laughing?" asked Jeanne. "Because things are so silly." "Perhaps you mean people are silly," she said, looking up at him out of the corners of her eyes. "You're right." They walked in silence till they reached Andrews's door.
"Oh, I don't know; they've got to let us out some day." "Sh...sh...." Kid put his hand suddenly over Andrews's mouth. They stood rigid, so that they could hear their hearts pounding. Outside there was a brisk step on the gravel. The sentry halted and saluted. The steps faded into the distance, and the sentry's humming began again.
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