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Edward watched the effects on the stock-market of these little notes which he wrote out and then shot through a pneumatic tube to Mr. Gould's brokers. Naturally, the results enthralled the boy, and he told Mr. Cary about his discoveries. This, in turn, interested Mr. Cary; Mr. Gould's dictations were frequently given in Mr.
Her husband was a proper gallant gentleman, and kind as a maid, too, and couldn't abide that De Solis's murderous doings." "His wife must have taught it him, then," said Amyas, rising. "Where did you hear of these black swans, Cary?" "I have heard of them, and that's enough," answered he, unwilling to stir sad recollections. "And little enough," said Amyas. "Will, don't talk to me.
Jimmie, Artie Beguelin and his wife, Cary Farquhar, and Captain Featherstone, which would make ten of us in all. To those who did not know Jimmie, this would seem a small number for a house-party, but Jimmie in a house all by himself would seem to fill it to overflowing with people, but they would all be Jimmie. As I knew how much solid satisfaction it would be to Mrs.
We sat on the porch, and he told me the long history of his life." "Confound his impudence " "Oh, it was interesting as as the Mysteries of Udolpho! You are a long time over that briar, Mr. Cary. There! thank you! Listen to Mr. Pincornet's fiddle. Scrape, scrape, scrape! The children are dancing, and Jacqueline is helping them. Jacqueline is always helping some one. But Mr.
The craft's masts were, furthermore, said to be of great height, and might be recognised by their remarkable and excessive rake aft; indeed so asserted Cary her spars were of such extraordinary length, and the vessel herself lay so very low in the water, that she had the appearance of being perilously overmasted and topheavy. This appearance, however, Cary explained, was altogether deceptive.
"Now, then," she went on quickly, "you look just plum tuckered out; set down an' rest a spell, an' tell me what I can do for you." "My name is Sylvia Cary Mrs. Mortimer Cary, I mean." She shivered, paused, and went on. "I live in New York that is, I always have I'm never going to any more, if I can help it. My husband died two months ago, my baby just before that.
"There are many things you can't imagine, and more you don't understand. /Go to bed!/" In her room Mary Cary stood before the tall, old-fashioned bureau, with its small swinging glass, and brushed her hair mechanically and with thoughts afar off; then putting down her brush laid it on a letter she had not seen before. "Why, it's John's!" she said. "I wonder how it got here?"
After his father passed away, the position of the boy's desk next to the empty desk of his father was a cause of constant depression to him. This was understood by the attorney for the company, Mr. Clarence Cary, who sought the head of Edward's department, with the result that Edward was transferred to Mr. Cary's department as the attorney's private stenographer.
Miss Cary, you heard the vow which I took to God and Flora Drummond never to lose sight of Angus, and to keep him true and safe. I have kept it so far as it lay in me, and I will keep it to the end. Come what may, I will be true to God and her." And looking up into his eyes, I saw revealed to me as by a flash of lightning what was Duncan Keith's most precious thing.
I'm entirely to blame, and Miss Cary will be distressed to death to hear of our bad behavior. You know how particular she is about things of this kind and never breaks an engagement. You are going to forgive us, aren't you? Put it all on me. It was my fault entirely. When am I going home? Possibly to-morrow, though I'm not sure. Looking for a telegram. What? Oh, sure I am.
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