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And once more I say I am the Governor of New France. I have had the commission in my hands ever since I came back. But I have spoken of it to no one except your lover." "My husband!" she said steadily, crushing the handkerchief in her hand, which now rested upon the chair-arm. "Well, well, your husband after a fashion. I did not care to use this as an argument.
Terry met the look, and grasped the limp hand lying on the chair-arm. "I'm sorry, O'Ryan, I'm sorry for all I've done to you," Jopp sobbed. "I was a sneak, but I want to own it. I want to be square now. You can tar and feather me, if you like. I deserve it." He looked at the others. "I deserve it," he repeated.
Then the boy turned shyly, and slipping back to his cushion on the step, nestled himself against the chair-arm with a sigh that was almost pathetic in its happiness. Like a quieting hand, the first of the mellow chords fell upon the noise of the revel. The servants bearing away the dishes began to tread the rushes on tiptoe, and a dozen frowns rebuked any clatter.
A large, plump-faced, young man in soiled khaki shirt and shorts, with extremely hairy legs, was doodling on his notepad and eating candy out of a bag. And a black-haired girl in a suit of coveralls three sizes too big for her, and, apparently, not much of anything else, lounged with one knee hooked over her chair-arm, staring into the screen at the distant horizon.
There were bottles and glasses on the table in front of them, and, had she seen them in a dimmer light, she would have thought that they were merely dozing over their drinks. One had a knee hooked over his chair-arm and was curled in foetuslike sleep. Another had fallen forward onto the table, arms extended, the emerald set of a ring twinkling dully on one finger.
"Oh oh!" she cried, the color flying up to the brown waves on her temples, "don't send me off; then I shall know you never will forgive me." "Get up, do!" exclaimed Mrs. Chatterton, in disgust; "you are crushing my gown, and besides I hate scenes." But Polly held resolutely to the chair-arm, and never took her brown eyes from the cold face. "I must say, Polly Pepper," cried Mrs.
His daughter dropped to her feet from his chair-arm. "Mah goodness! If nobody's in the wrong, ho' awe you evah going to get the mattah straight?" "Yes, you see," Fulkerson added, "nobody can give in." "Pardon me," said the colonel, "the case is one in which all can give in." "I don't know which 'll begin," said Fulkerson. The colonel rose. "Mr. Lindau must begin, sir. We must begin by seeing Mr.
He placed the bandaged hand of his unconscious friend down on the chair-arm, in the shadow of the edge of the table, and went out with the plates and glass, closing the door behind him. He had been gone only a few minutes when the door of the cardroom swung open before a sharp thrust, and Mr. Leslie stepped into the library, followed by Mrs. Gantry. Mr.
Not far from her sat an old man, his hands clasping a chair-arm, a book in his lap, his chin sunk on his breast. The figure, drooping helplessly, had still a distinguished look, an air of honourable pride. Presently he raised his head, his drowsy eyes lighted as they rested on her, and he said: "The fleet has not returned, my dear? Quebec is not yet taken?" "No, father," she replied, "not yet."
Presently he raised his head and looked at Varney. "Well? This ends it, I suppose? You'll go back to New York this afternoon?" "No," said Varney, "I'm going to stay and carry it through just as I expected." Peter tapped the chair-arm with his heavy fingers. "Why?"
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