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Your Virgil sank deep into my consciousness, and I am glad of this chance to render unto Madison the things that are Madison's." His chaffing way reminded her of Dr. Wandless, who often struck a similar note in their encounters. Sylvia was quite at ease now. Her caller's smile encouraged friendliness. He had dropped his fedora hat on a chair, but clung to his bamboo stick.
Jack paused in the darkness of the landing, partly to avoid the bother of having to meet anyone and partly arrested by the manner of the butler, who seemed to be startled and in doubt about admitting a stranger at that hour. Indistinctly, Jack could hear the caller's voice. The tone was familiar in a peculiar quality, which he tried to associate with a voice that he had heard frequently.
Instantly sobered, she hurried away to its rescue. She had intended to go down only long enough to discover the caller's errand, and then excuse herself until the candy could be safely left. But more than a quarter of an hour had gone by.
I took it with me to show my neighbor, whom I found giving his order to the boots; it seemed that it was barely midnight, and that he had only just come in when the clatter took place in my room. "Hillo!" he cried, when the man was gone, and I produced my trophy. "Why, what the mischief have you got there?" "My caller's card," said I. "He left it behind him. Feel the edge."
Kenmore, member of the United States Senate, laid down the bulky prospectus of the "Consolidated Companies," and looked up into his caller's genial face. Gorham flicked the ash from his cigar and smiled good-naturedly. "That is, perhaps, a natural statement, Mr. Kenmore," he replied, deliberately.
It's more than he's done for me this three-month. I beg your pardon do sit down I think you'll find this one easier. Our stock of chairs is limited." It was delightful to have a casual meeting receive this social stamp; the girl was all at once transfigured animated, glowing, lovely; all of which did not escape the caller's appraising inspection. "There!" said Mr. Cresswell.
"Was Lieutenant Roswell in France?" Gray inquired, quickly. "Oh yes. He'll be in at any minute." A shadow of regret crossed the caller's face. "I'm sorry, but I've arranged to call on the mayor, and I've no time to lose. What unit was your son with?" "The Ninety-eighth Field Artillery." The shadow fled. Mr.
Avoiding his caller's eyes he continued: "You can't very well ignore such a family history, Dave. I've never traced it back beyond the last generation, but you probably could if you tried." In a voice hardly his own, Dave articulated: "God! This is hideous." "It is. I'd like to believe that you don't belong to the Laws, but I can't put much faith in that childhood fancy of yours.
The kitchen-maid did not even know the caller's name, for he had written it on a slip of paper, which he had folded and handed to her, with the injunction to deliver it at once to Mr. Boyne. Mary finished her luncheon, still wondering, and when it was over, and Trimmle had brought the coffee to the drawing-room, her wonder had deepened to a first faint tinge of disquietude.
And that pretty, pretty woman!" cried Polly, and drove her thoughts backwards: she had seen no hint of tragedy in her caller's lovely face. However, she did not wait to ponder, but asked, a little anxiously: "But you'll go, dear, won't you?" "Go? Of course I shall! Beggars can't be choosers." "Besides, you know, you MIGHT be able to do something where other people have failed."
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