Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
Dorindy maintains that it is impossible to get a sentiment out of her concerning a single fellow-creature. When she talked of the late unpleasant affair of poor neighbour Bronson's family a melancholy transaction that, Mr. Dodge, and I shouldn't wonder if it went to nigh break Mrs.
The deposed, the defeated, the disenchanted, the wounded, or even only the bored, have seemed to find there something that no other place could give. But such people came for themselves, as we seem to see them only with the egotism of their grievances and the vanity of their hopes. Mrs. Bronson's case was beautifully different she had come altogether for others.
For the first time Dorothy heard of the automobile accident and Lorry's share in the subsequent proceedings. She asked Lorry why he had not told her that he knew the Westons. He had no reply save "Oh, I don't know," which rather piqued Dorothy. He was usually definite and frank. The Westons occupied Bronson's cabin with Dorothy.
The hope grew, and soon he found himself deliberately trying to build up his health. Every day he put a greater test upon himself, and as summer drew on he felt his strength gradually increasing. Against Doctor Bronson's advice, he got an axe and set to work on the wood pile, very cautiously at first. Every day he wielded the axe until from sheer exhaustion he could not lift it.
Bronson's heart but when Dorindy mentioned this, which is bad enough to stir the sensibility of a frog, neither of my young ladies replied, or put a single question. In this respect Grace is as bad as Eve, and Eve is as bad as Grace, they say.
I hope so, sir," and Bronson's spare figure rose to a portentous shadow, as he preceded Derry to the door. On the threshold he said, "Dr. Richards has gone to the front. Shall I call Dr. McKenzie if we need someone ?" "Has he been left in charge?" "Yes, sir." Derry stood for a moment undecided. "I suppose there's no reason why you shouldn't call McKenzie. Do as you think best, Bronson."
It had wrung Bronson's heart to see her smiling. Yet she had always met the General with a smile and with the reminder of her need of him. There had been never a complaint, never a rebuke at these moments. When he was himself, she strove with him against his devils. But to strive when he was not himself, would be to send him away from her.
Lane sat there with a vague sense of absurdity in the situation. The click of a typewriter sounded from behind him. He wanted to hurry out. He wanted to think of other things, and twice he drove away memory of the girl he had just left at Doctor Bronson's office. Presently Smith returned, slipping along in his shiny black suit, flat-footed and slightly bowed, with his set dull expression.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking