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Yes! the Spaniard's rapier passes under Cary's left arm; he bleeds. "A hit! a hit! Strike up, Atty!" and the swords are struck up instantly. Cary, nettled by the smart, tries to close with his foe, but the seconds cross their swords before him. "It is enough, gentlemen. Don Guzman's honor is satisfied!" "But not my revenge, senor," says the Spaniard, with a frown.
It will take a day or two to get the dye out of my hair and the tan off my skin. I am going to have a sharp touch of influenza, which is a useful disease when one wants to lie in. Since Sunday I have only been twice to bed." We filled him up with coffee and flattery as one fills a motor car with petrol and oil but asked him no questions until we were safely in Cary's study and Mrs.
Captain Hawthorne's enthusiasm for his profession was so ardent that Mr. Adams was alarmed lest it might turn Cary's thoughts seaward again. But he found presently that Cary's enlisting had been that of a patriotic, high-spirited boy, and that he had no real desire for the life. What a summer it was!
"I should never have dreamed of touching what was my wife's personal property. Nor do I intend to do so now. I am no more than the manager of the company I am not responsible for its liabilities. Miss Cary's suggestion is beside the mark, and I warn her, for her own advantage" there was a somewhat unpleasant note of warning in his rough voice "not to pursue her questions further."
When the battle of Neuve Chapelle had been fought, although its losses were heavy, there was no longer any doubt in the British nation that victory was only a question of time. The action came as a pendant to the attack by General de Langle de Cary's French army during February, 1915, at Perthes, that had been a steady relentless pressure by artillery and infantry upon a strong German position.
Nor was this her only sorrow. The morning after Batoche's visit; Cary's first thought, upon awakening, was about Zulma's letter. He asked Pauline to read it to him, which she did without delay. The note was short and simple.
Forrest was presented a moment later, and with him, conversing eagerly and fluently in a high-pitched, querulous voice, was a younger man whose English was as pure as his accent was foreign. "Mr. Elmendorf," said Miss Allison, but she did not explain, as perhaps she might have done, "Cary's tutor."
I forget what the play was. When we returned from the play I went to bed and began to read my Cary's Plato. It so happened that I stumbled on the 'Phædrus. I read on and on, till I reached the end. Then I began the 'Symposium; and the sun was shining on the shrubs outside the ground floor on which I slept before I shut the book up.
She laid a fat, trembling hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Beaty, what's the matter?" she asked uneasily. "What is it? Are you ill? or or Beaty!" a light dawning across her dull face "good heavens! you don't love that man?" There was no answer. After a long moment, Mrs. Cary's hand fell to her side. "You couldn't!" she muttered. "It wouldn't do. Think of what people would say! Our position!"
You can bring the goats up while we are away, and tomorrow morning we can give them to him." "Yas'm," said Amos, bowing. "I'll have 'em hyah when y'all gets back." I will say nothing of the ceremony of the launching of the yacht, although, from Cary's uplifted face, you would have thought it was the christening of a first-born child. Jimmie says we needn't say anything. We were worse!
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