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Updated: May 1, 2025
"You'll have to go back to Stewart's." "Where's Stewart's?" gasped Dotty, still running. "Why, that stone building on Tenth Street, with blue curtains, where we left auntie." "I don't know anything about Tenth Street or blue curtains." "But you'll know it when you get there. Just cross over " "O, Horace Clifford, I can't cross over!
There was an unlooked-for constraint in her voice as she inquired: "Another cup?" "Thanks." She took the cup from him. "I've missed you," he added. "I've had a worrying time," began Olive as she poured out tea and cream for him. "Clifford?" "Ye-es." Larssen read through the slight hesitancy of her answer. "That means the Verney girl, does it?" "I've seen her." "Where?" "At Wiesbaden."
There are no fairies but those we have in our hearts. Our best thoughts are good fairies; and our worst thoughts are evil fairies." "Oh, yes, auntie, I know! When we go bathing in the ocean, Susy says, 'Let's be all clean, so the spirit of the water can enter our hearts. And it does; but it goes in by our noses." Mrs. Clifford had tacitly given her consent to Grace's copying the stories.
Walter Clifford," said the Colonel, with a certain awe, "I see there is something very grave here, and that it affects my son. I begin to know you. You waited till he was out of danger; but now you do me the honor to confide something to me which the world will not drag out of you. So be it; I am a man and a soldier. I have faced cavalry, and I can face the truth. What is it?"
I dare say somebody else hum and Uncle Clifford has told me more than once I ought to look higher. I couldn't well look lower than five feet nothing. Ha! ha! ha! I told him so." "That was cruel." "Don't scold me. I won't be lectured by any of you. Of course it was, dear. Poor little Percy. Oh! oh! oh!"
Why! we should never blame cousin Felicita because her husband misappropriated some securities belonging to old Mr. Clifford. And Felix is not to blame at all; how could he be? Poor Felix!"
Lord Clifford acknowledged the confidence placed in him; and besought Sir Philip to let him be the arbitrator between them.
Clifford would forbear to prosecute him; yet he knew well that if he could be propitiated, the other men and women who had claims upon him would be easily satisfied and appeased. But how many things might have happened during the long six months, which had seemed almost an eternity to him. It was not impossible that Mr. Clifford might be dead.
After a trying ordeal of six months, he was favored by one of the officers who saw deeper than the rest; and gathered from him a few hints as to his true character. In pitying him, he made use of his influence to save him from some of the worst consequences of his position. Jenny Lawson was a changed girl after her brief meeting with Mark Clifford.
As the cracked jarring note might always be heard, and as it jarred loudest amidst the loftiest exultation of the melody, so was there a continual quake through Clifford, causing him most to quiver while he wore a triumphant smile, and seemed almost under a necessity to skip in his gait.
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