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He drew from within his coat his pocket-book and carefully found a place in it for Mary Cardew's carte-de-visite, folding it together with deliberation over which he put it back. Finally he spoke. "No I've decided. I can't I don't want to." Cornelia marvelled or looked as if she did. "Not for all she has?" "Yes I know all she has. But I also know all she hasn't.
He thought he saw a red stain on the pocket-handkerchief she put to her mouth. "You shall not stay in this cold shop, my dear; you ought not to have come out." "Nonsense, father! There is nothing the matter. Have you a list of your creditors?" "Yes; there it is." She glanced at it, and to her amazement saw Mr. Cardew's name down for 100 pounds. "Mr. Cardew, father?"
She never could stand unmoved the eyes of her dog when the poor beast came and laid her nose on her lap and looked up at her, and nobody could have persuaded her of the truth of Mr. Cardew's doctrine that the reason why a dog can only bark is that his thoughts are nothing but barks. Mrs. Cardew's appeal, therefore, was of a kind to stir her sympathy; but had she not heard that Mr.
Howard had asked his campaign managers to meet there that night, and also Hendricks and one or two of his men, but personally he felt doubtful. And, as it happened, the meeting developed more enthusiasm than optimism. Cardew's withdrawal would be made the most of by the opposition. They would play it up as the end of the old regime, the beginning of new and better things.
She was not imaginative, or she could not have lived so long in Anthony Cardew's house. She never saw, in the long line waiting outside even the meanest of the little theaters that had invaded the once sacred vicinity of the Cardew house, the cry of every human heart for escape from the sordid, the lure of romance, the call of adventure and the open road. "I can't believe it," she added.
"That's right," said Mr. Hendricks approvingly. "Old Cardew's been running it for years, and you could put all the honest government he's given us in a hollow tooth. If you'll stop that hammering, I'd like to make a proposition to you." Willy Cameron took an admiring squint at his handiwork. "Sorry to refuse you, Mr. Hendricks, but I don't want to be mayor." Mr.
"Do you think I could learn how to talk? What I mean is, could I be taught how to say what is appropriate? I DO feel something when Mr. Cardew reads Milton to me. It is only the words I want words such as you have." "Oh, Mrs. Cardew!" Catharine came closer to her, and Mrs. Cardew's arm crept round her waist "I tell you again I have not so many words as you suppose.
Labor was cheap and plentiful, too, and being American-born, was willing and intelligent. Perhaps Anthony Cardew's sins of later years were due to a vast impatience that the labor of the early seventies was no longer to be had. The Cardew fortune began in the seventies. Up to that time there was a struggle, but in the seventies Anthony did two things.
A minute later we were in the cab, and I was watching the stream of people in the street eagerly to see if I might see Anthony Cardew's face among them. But I did not see any one at all resembling him. And presently we were in the train and had a carriage to our two selves; and when the train had started my godmother took out of her handbag my grandmother's letter.
There was nothing of the snob about Molly; but it is difficult even for the most independent English girl to spend the greater part of her life in a village where one family reigns as sovereign without being more or less under its influence. Mr. Tristram, too, was a very great friend of Mr. Cardew's; and Molly's fat, round, good-natured mother, although a little afraid of Mrs.
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