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They were alone in the dining-room together. "In the fourth. You and Mr. Bingham and " "I don't want to go in the carriage with Mr. Bingham," interrupted Brower. "Why, Theodore, what do you mean? Mr. Bingham is one of our best and oldest friends. Who is there that has been kinder to poor dear pa, and to ma, and to me ?"
She did not hear my approach, so that I had above a minute to admire the graceful character of her head, and the fine undulating curve of her neck and shoulders, before I spoke. "Miss Bingham," said I She started looked up her dark blue eyes, brilliant though tearful, were fixed upon me for a second, as if searching my very inmost thoughts.
'Tis true, the map may inform you that you stand on land granted by the State to some academy, or on Bingham's purchase; but these names do not impose on you, for you see nothing to remind you of the academy or of Bingham. What were the "forests" of England to these?
While the joint resolution proposing a modification of the basis of representation was the subject of consideration in the Senate, a constitutional amendment relating to the rights of citizens was made the topic of brief discussion in the House. It had been previously introduced and referred to the Committee of Fifteen. From this committee it was reported back by Mr. Bingham.
"I don't know," replied Marshall. "He speaks German and some French." Half unconsciously he began upon his mail. "It would be more to the purpose if he spoke English better." Bingham reached for his hat. "Well, time's money to both of us. English is an easy thing to pick up as witness Midway. I dare say he'll be able to express himself fluently enough inside of another six months. Good-morning."
"It will do just as well in the morning," Miss Simpson pitifully entreated. "No, she's got to know to-night," said Miss Bingham, and she said she should find Mr. Langbourne there when she got back. He knew that in compliance with the simple village tradition he was being purposely left alone with Miss Simpson, as rightfully belonging to her.
"And may I not know?" said I; "may I not know, my dear" I am not sure I did not say dearest "Miss Bingham, when, perhaps, the knowledge might make me the happiest of mortals?" This was a pretty plunge as a sequel to my late resolutions. She hid her face between her hands, and sobbed for some seconds.
Bingham at once noticed, the French accent was very perceptible. It was a good, intelligible, working theory, and that was all that was wanted. This was Mrs. Fairfax so far as her female neighbours were concerned. To the men in Langborough she was what she was to the women, but with a difference. When she went to Mr. Sweeting's shop to order her groceries, Mr.
"My darling, my darling!" exclaimed the sailor to Nellie, as he raised himself and then he saw his wife. Mrs. Bobbsey had been holding Mrs. McLaughlin back, but now the sailor was quite recovered, so they allowed her to speak to him. Mr. Bingham and Hal had been watching it all, anxiously. "Are you McLaughlin?" suddenly asked Mr. Bingham. "I am," replied the sailor.
The card of Major Bingham Wrynche, C.B., was brought to Saxham one morning, as, his early-calling patients seen and dismissed, the Doctor was going out to his waiting motor-brougham. Bingo, following what he was prone to call his pasteboard, presented himself a large, cool, well-bred, if rather stupid-looking, man, arrayed in excellently-fitting clothes, saying: "You were goin' out?
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