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The coroner's voice broke in upon a deep murmur of assent. "I presume, Mr. Cary, that you bring no accusation against Mr. Rand?" Fairfax Cary looked from under the hand with which, as he sat, he shaded his brow. "I have, here and now, no sufficient proof whereon to base accusation of any man. I will only say that I shall seek such proof." A little longer, and the proceedings were over.
That doesn't mean what it did at Manassas eh? We're all Regulars now, ourselves. Yes, Cold Harbour, I reckon, or maybe a little this way Gaines's Mill. That's their second line. Wonderful breastworks. Mac's a master engineer! Now I'll clear out and let you and Cary talk." The two cousins sat down on the grass beneath the sycamore. For a little they eyed each other in silence.
"I do not know why I fancy it; but I do. I cannot let the idea go. I do not like the look of him. He does not look like a true man." "Cary, you have grown up since you came to London." "I feel like somebody's grandmother," said I. "But I think I have been growing; to it, Amelia, since I left Brocklebank." "Well, you certainly are much less of a child than you were. I will do my best, Cary."
As for the princes, we don't see anything of the only one this region boasts of. He may be gorgeous, but I really can not say for certain." "Ah!" said Mrs. Cary, with a placid smile. "You have been in fairyland too long, dear Mrs. Carmichael. That's what's the matter with you. You are beginning to look upon it as a very ordinary, everyday place.
I'll transfix him there, there on that very strand, and call the world to see the man who murdered Ludwell Cary! When that's done, I'll rest, maybe, and think of happiness." Major Churchill sat back in the deep old armchair and rested his head upon his hand.
Why should I always want people to care for me, and think of me, and put me first? Cary Courtenay, you are growing horribly vain and selfish! I wonder at you! It is settled now that we go home the week after Easter Day. We, means my Aunt Kezia, and Flora, and Hatty, and me.
If he had thought he would detect anything in her face he was once more mistaken. "It is more than possible," Mrs. Cary remarked with a touch of weariness. "The road out there is a public one." "And where does it lead to, may I ask?" "That depends upon which way you are traveling and which fork you take." "Possibly. But suppose you were riding north.
On wheels, on horseback or afoot, drunk and sober, north, south, east, and west, they cantered, rolled, and trudged away from the brick Court House and the trampled grass, and the empty bowls beneath the locust trees. The defeated candidate and the successful shook hands: Cary quiet and smiling, half dignified and half nonchalant; Rand with less control and certainty of himself.
And the two galleys converged rapidly, intending to strike him full, one on each bow. They were within forty yards another minute, and the shock would come. The Englishman's helm went up, his yards creaked round, and gathering way, he plunged upon the larboard galley. "A dozen gold nobles to him who brings down the steersman!" shouted Cary, who had his cue.
For some time she lay back in her chair, and presently the old habit of her childhood asserted itself and, opening her eyes, she nodded as if to some one and began to talk softly. "Eight months and two weeks you've been back here, Mary Cary, and everybody certainly has been good to you that is, almost everybody and you are just as happy as a person has a right to be.
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