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And yet he loved her better than ever; and she was the promised wife of his rival! Why had not Donald Bean's pony broken his neck? "Shall we go down now?" she said. "Oh, yes." "You will not go on by the lake?" "What is the use? It is all the same now. You will want to be back to receive him in from shooting." "Not that, I think. He is above those little cares.
Bean's eyes were withdrawn from the wall. He came briskly to life. "I'll tell you in a moment. I'll get the shares." "Shrimp!" said the old gentleman triumphantly, when Bean had gone. "He told me," began Tully. But the advanced dresser wanted no more of that. "Shrimp!" he repeated. Bean reëntered with the certificates. The old gentleman glanced angrily over them. "Bean!" he exclaimed humorously.
Bean's message to his wife, found when his body was discovered: "September 7, evening My dear Hessie: We have been two days on Mont Blanc in the midst of a terrible hurricane of snow; we have lost our way, and are in a hole scooped in the snow at an altitude of fifteen thousand feet. I have no longer any hope of descending. Perhaps this notebook will be found and sent to you.
'Possibly Adam, for poor Gardiner, a sort of pun on his name. The other letters were to the same purpose, and they soon received yet more complete light upon Donald Bean's machinations. John Hedges, one of Waverley's servants, who had remained with the regiment, and had been taken at Preston, now made his appearance. He had sought out his master, with the purpose of again entering his service.
However, even in that the undisturbed use was not allowed. "Margaret Bean's husband" was usually substituted for "He," and nothing left of him but the superior feminine element feebly qualified by masculinity. Margaret Bean's husband's name was Zenas, but scarcely anybody knew it, and he had almost forgotten it himself through never being addressed by it.
The tracks of the rabbits or those of a fox thrilled them far more than Nature's mysterious melodies. It was a Saturday afternoon such as this that Lois was with Steve and Dora on their regular rounds. They led her this day farther than usual to some new snares that Steve had set. At length they came out upon the trail leading from Mrs. Bean's to the falls, travelled chiefly by Jimmy.
He wrote that he could imagine the circumstance of Bean's attempt being made the day after Francis received his pardon would excite much surprise in Germany. But the Prince was satisfied that Bean's letter making known his intention had been written days before.
"Say, you, give me my money!" Such were Josiah Bean's words, as he rushed up to Henry Davis and grabbed the swindler by the shoulder. The slick-looking individual was thoroughly startled, for he had not dreamed that the countryman would get on his track so soon. He turned and looked at the man and also at Joe, and his face fell. "Wha what are you talking about?" he stammered.
Old Metzeger was deep in a dream of odd numerals. The half-dozen other clerks wrought at tasks not too absorbing to prevent frequent glances at the clock on the wall. Tully, the chief clerk, marred the familiarity of the hour by approaching Bean's desk. He walked lightly. Tully always walked as if he felt himself to be on dangerously thin ice. He might get safely across; then again he mightn't.
And how little Gordon Dane would have made of such a matter! Floated in Bean's mind the refrain of a clothing advertisement. "The more advanced dressers will seek this fashion." "Something dignified yet different!" Gordon Dane would be "an advanced dresser." But if you have been afraid of nearly everything nearly all your life, how then? You must be "dignified" only.
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