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"Well, of course he ought," Thorny said, almost with sympathy. "Here, let's move the table a little, if you want to get out." "Well, why do you make such a fuss about it?" Miss Cashell asked softly. "You know as well as as anyone else, that if a man gets a girl into trouble, he ought to stand for " "Yes, but my sister doesn't take that kind of money!" flashed Elsie bitterly.
Cashell guardedly from the inner office, as though in the presence of spirits. "There's something coming through from somewhere; but it isn't Poole." I heard the crackle of sparks as he depressed the keys of the transmitter. In my own brain, too, something crackled, or it might have been the hair on my head. Then I heard my own voice, in a harsh whisper: "Mr.
Cashell among the batteries coughed slightly to show that he was quite ready to continue his scientific explanations, but I was thinking still of the girl with the rich voice and the significantly cut mouth, at whose command I had taken charge of the shop.
"Nothing seems to make any difference, by what they tell me storms, hills, or anything; but if that's true we shall know before morning." "Of course it's true," I answered, stepping behind the counter. "Where's old Mr. Cashell?" "He's had to go to bed on account of his influenza. He said you'd very likely drop in." "Where's his nephew?" "Inside, getting the things ready.
One or two other girls were in the room, Miss Sherman was mending a glove, Miss Cashell stood in the roof doorway, manicuring her nails with a hairpin. Miss Elsie Kirk sat in the corner seat, with her arm about the bowed shoulders of another girl, who was crying, with her head on the table.
"That is the thing that will reveal to us the Powers whatever the Powers may be at work through space a long distance away." Just then Mr. Shaynor returned alone and stood coughing his heart out on the mat. "Serves you right for being such a fool," said young Mr. Cashell, as annoyed as myself at the interruption. "Never mind we've all the night before us to see wonders."
Except for an occasional satiric comment, or a half-amused correction of someone's grammar, Miss Wrenn rarely spoke. Miss Cashell was her neighbor, a mysterious, pretty girl, with wicked eyes and a hard face, and a manner so artless, effusive and virtuous as to awaken the basest suspicions among her associates.
Miss Kelly and Miss Garvey, both engaged to be married now, Miss Kelly to Miss Garvey's brother, Miss Garvey to Miss Kelly's cousin, were rather congratulating themselves upon the turn of events; the other girls speculated as to the wisest step to take next, some talking vaguely of post-office or hospital work; Miss Cashell, as Miss Thornton later said to Susan, hopelessly proving herself no lady by announcing that she could get better money as a coat model, and meant to get into that line of work if she could.
Your drink's given him a good sleep, at any rate." Young Mr. Cashell could not catch Mr. Shaynor's face, which was half turned to the advertisement. I stoked the stove anew, for the room was growing cold, and lighted another pastille. Mr. Shaynor in his chair, never moving, looked through and over me with eyes as wide and lustreless as those of a dead hare. "Poole's late," said young Mr.
Cashell doesn't believe in locks and shutters as compared with electric light. Besides it brings trade. I'll just sit here in the chair by the stove and write a letter, if you don't mind. Electricity isn't my prescription." The energetic young Mr.
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