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Broadley Reid, Great Britain; Miss Lucy E. Anthony, United States; Mrs. Henry Dobson, Australia. One afternoon session was devoted to memorial services for Miss Anthony, with the principal address by Mrs. Ida Husted Harper, her biographer, and beautiful tributes by delegates of seven European countries and Canada expressing the debt of gratitude which all women owed to the great pioneer. Mrs.
Janie took Mina Zabriska out driving in the highest dog-cart on the countryside: they would go along the road by the river, and get out perhaps for a wander by the Pool, or even drive higher up the valley and demand tea from Bob Broadley at his pleasant little place half farm, half manor-house at Mingham, three miles above the Pool.
On Charles's expedition to Tunis, consult Marmol, Hājji Khalīfa, Robertson, Morgan, Von Hammer, and Broadley. In the last will be found some interesting photographs of Jan Cornelis Vermeyen's pictures, painted on the spot during the progress of the siege, by command of the Emperor, and now preserved at Windsor.
Iver was for Harry, she thought, though he maintained a dignified show of indifference; Mrs Iver the miraculous occurring in a fortnight, as it often does was at least very much taken with the Major. Bob Broadley had no friend, unless in Janie herself.
Lastly there was that quiet Broadley life, to be transformed in some degree, doubtless, by her wealth, but likely to remain in essentials the peaceful homely existence which she knew very well. It had little to set against the rival prospects; yet there was a feeling that in either of the other two existences she would miss something; and that something seemed to be Bob Broadley himself.
Harry greeted it with a laugh. "I suppose we'd better be straightforward about this?" he said. "Mingham's so near Blent, you see. We're both very glad, aren't we, Mrs Broadley?" "I imagine so," said Janie. "You show no signs of pining anyhow." "And as to our behavior there's not a father in the kingdom who wouldn't think us right."
"Well, I've known lovers too humble. I told one so once; he believed me, went in, and won." "You gave him courage, not pride, Mr Tristram." "Perhaps that's true. He's very likely got the pride by now." He smiled at his thoughts of Bob Broadley. "And you've settled down in the new groove?" she asked. He hesitated a moment. "Oh, nearly. Possibly there's still a touch of the 'Desdichado, about me.
Whatever it was, it had a marked effect on Bob Broadley. There was an appearance of strength and resolution about it as of a man knowing what he meant to do and doing it. As he inspected his pigs an hour later, Bob came to the conclusion that he himself was a poor sort of fellow. People who waited for the fruit to fall into their mouths were apt to find that a hand intervened and plucked it.
Duplay had not expected this. "Well, you tried to put me out, you see. Besides, Janie Iver liked him, and she didn't care about you or me either, for that matter. So just before I well, disappeared I told Bob that he'd win if he went ahead. And I gather he has won, hasn't he?" A brief nod from Duplay answered him; he was still revolving the news about Bob Broadley.
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