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Barrington's linnets, for example, after being educated under a titlark, was put into a room with two birds of his own species, where he heard them sing freely every day for three months. He made no attempt to learn anything from them, however, but kept on practicing what the titlark had taught him, quite unconscious of anything singular or unpatriotic in such a course.
Maud Barrington's eyes were grateful, but there was something that Winston could not fathom behind her smile. "If you undertook it. One could almost believe you had the wonderful lamp," she said. Winston smiled somewhat dryly. "Then all its virtues will be tested to-night, and I had better make a commencement while I have the courage. Colonel Barrington is in?"
He did not intend to be severe, but he spoke with a gravity of manner which almost amounted to severity. "Yes; it is," she said, "Barrington's coming in cheered me up." "I am sorry that you should have wanted cheering." "Don't you know what I mean, Robert?" "No; I do not think that I do, exactly." "I suppose your head is stronger.
I appreciate her more every day as I think it over." "Oh, I thank you for that. It seems to me that I must have been willful at times; but I wanted to take her out of that narrow round as well as myself. I felt so certain I could do it after we came to Mrs. Barrington's. She understood my aims." "You fell into good hands.
With their tight trunk-hose of a coarse dark-blue material and short coat to match like an Eton jacket and with their large, round mushroom hats, they were like figures from the crowd of a Flemish Crucifixion. Behind the Barrington's sampan, a large lighter came alongside the wharf.
"Now, they've a photograph at Barrington's of you as a boy, and while there is a resemblance in the face, nobody with any discernment would have fancied that lad would grow into a man like you. Still, that's of no great moment, and I want to know just how you spotted the gambler.
She could not tell what might happen if only her letter had found its way into Richard Barrington's hands. How could he help her? What could he do? It was January, and cold, but the weather was fine and sunny. At noon it was pleasant to walk in the garden, and many of the guests did so. The Abbé took his daily walk there even when it rained.
Crass and his disciples attributed Barrington's manner to fear that he was going to get the sack for his trouble and they agreed amongst themselves that it would serve him bloody well right if 'e did get the push.
How just like Gladys! She kept it for a last surprise! Mother, Gladys is going to Mrs. Barrington's herself." The mother's face fell. "Indeed!" she said, forcing a tone of pleasure. "Well, it's a compliment on both sides. Mrs. Barrington is very particular whom she takes, and the Castants are sparing nothing that money can do for Gladys." "Oh, what fun!" cried Elsie, her face transformed.
And you'll never escape." Joan clung to her with a smile and a sigh of relief that made them both laugh. "Ann," said Kenny in heartfelt gratitude, "you're a brick. I don't wonder Frank Barrington's head over heels in love with you. You'll not be mindin', Ann, dear, if I use your telephone?" "Sure, no!" mimicked Ann broadly. "It's yonder in the den."
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