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I asked, with some surprise. "Well, he was looking at Mr. Bowen's eyes the other day, and he says they can cure him up in New York, so he'll see just as well as ever." I stood perfectly still in the road, my surprise and gladness making me forgetful of everything. "Can this be really true?" I gasped. "It's a fact; he told me so himself the last time he was there, all about it.
A damp, pierced with the fresh odour of the water and of the springing grass, descended upon them. The saunterers through the different paths and alleys were issuing upon the main avenues, and tending in gathering force toward the gate. They found Mrs. Bowen's carriage there, and drove first to her house, beyond which Mrs. Amsden lived in a direct line.
"If it is your desire, I will do so." "I would like you to speak with him very much." I made my way quickly to Mr. Bowen's side. He was standing a little way down the aisle from us. The grasp of his hand and glance of his eye were like a benediction. "I was glad to see you here," he said, in his quiet way, which meant more than extravagant protestations from others.
Soon we all saw the light and never shone a fairer beacon. A few more steps and, coming into the shelter of the woodland on the further side, we realized where we were. "That's Peg Bowen's house," exclaimed Peter, stopping short in dismay. "I don't care whose house it is," declared Dan. "We've got to go to it." "I s'pose so," acquiesced Peter ruefully.
I had reread Bowen's adventures so often that I knew them almost by heart, and so now I knew that I was looking upon the last remnant of that ancient man-race the Alus of a forgotten period the speechless man of antiquity. "Kazor!" cried the girl, and at the same moment the Alus came jabbering toward us.
I believe we all used to obey Betty when she was a child, and now she is so tall and splendid, one would never dare to cross her. Oh, mother! I am so happy at having her with me!" To reread just these simple things caused the suggestion of things not comfortably normal to melt away. Mrs. Vanderpoel sat down at a sunny window with her lap full of letters, and forgot Milly Bowen's floundering.
I purpose assembling this upon the strip of beach described in Bowen's manuscript the beach where he found the dead body of the apelike man provided there is sufficient space above high water; otherwise we shall have to assemble it on deck and lower it over the side.
That was true; they had passed so long a time in the shop that they did not feel justified in seriously attempting to beat down the price of their dresses. They took them at the first price. The woman said with reason that it was Carnival, and she could get her price for the things. They went to the veglione at eleven, the ladies calling for Colville, as before, in Mrs. Bowen's carriage.
I suppose that after talking with him every one else seems insipid." "Yes." Mrs. Bowen rose and ran suddenly from the room. Imogene remained sitting cold and still. No one had been named since they spoke of Mr. Morton. Colville had not done what he meant in going to Mrs. Bowen's; in fact, he had done just what he had not meant to do, as he distinctly perceived in coming away.
Bowen. It was probably the force of habit. In any case, Mrs. Bowen's eyes gave no response. She bowed slightly to Colville, and began, "I must leave Imogene to entertain you for the present, Mr. "No!" cried the girl impetuously; "don't go." Mrs. Bowen stopped. "I wish to speak with you with you and Mr. Colville together.
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