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Congreve there," said Bea, who had that morning began being more womanly than usual by relieving mama of coffee-urn duties. "He's gone!" exclaimed Kittie, from the window. "Now for the secret! What did he say, Jean?" "I'm not to tell," answered Jean, looking quite excited and rather pale, as she hurried in; then amazed them all again by hiding her face in Mrs.
Two tall men broke through the tensely eager throng. In their hands they bore each a golden jar, curiously shaped and chiseled, and bearing a whimsical resemblance to a coffee-urn. "What the devil now?" wondered Stern, eager to be at work. He saw at once the meaning of the jars. One of the bearers approached Kamrou. The other came to him.
He never knew, for the girl shifted like a weather-cock, driven hither and yon by her love and terror like two winds. The next day, however, solved the problem in an entirely unexpected fashion. James, that morning after breakfast, during which Clemency had sat pale and stern behind the coffee-urn, and scarcely had noticed him, set off on a round of calls.
I wish I were a man to go and fight." Her eyes were flashing and she looked very warlike, but the only thing that poor Ned could think of to say just then was: "Señora Tassara, if you are not careful, somebody will get in some day and steal your beautiful coffee-urn." "Ah me!" sighed the señora. "This has been attempted, my young friend.
Your heart's all right, my dear," patting the hard nervous hand that lay on the table, "but you never studied theology, that's clear." "I don't know." Mrs. Blecker's face grew hot; but that might have been the steam of the coffee-urn. "We'll be just to Lizzy," said her husband, gravely. "She had a hurt lately. I don't think she values her life for much now.
The coffee-urn sent up a fragrant little cloud as Mrs. Thorne turned it into delicate cups with just the right quantity of cream and sugar, so that it was just the right colour that coffee should be. The steak was tender and juicy, the baked potatoes done to a turn, and yet there was a slight cloud hanging over that table that did not come from the coffee-urn.
Margaret O'Rourke, with the baddish cat following close at her heels, entered the Bilkins mansion, reached her chamber in the attic without being intercepted, and there laid aside her finery. The breakfast was late that morning. As Mrs. O'Rourke set the coffee-urn in front of Mrs. Bilkins and flanked Mr. Bilkins with the broiled mackerel and buttered toast, Mrs. O'Rourke's conscience smote her.
"Is Desire going to have no breakfast at all?" asked Aunt Caroline, from behind the coffee-urn on the morning following the garden-party. It was an invariable custom of hers to pretend that her nephew was fully conversant with his wife's intentions. "She may be tired," said Benis. "No. She has been up some time. The door of her room was open when I came down." "Then she is probably in the garden.
Presently a little man behind the coffee-urn at the far end of the table, whom I had heard was a bit of a scientist, piped up: "Perhaps the Professor doesn't know that in England, when we talk about bugs, we mean that cimex which makes intolerable even the most comfortable bed." At last I had Dr. Garnett's story in its full force. When I explained to Dr.
At breakfast Ann Penhallow sat down to the coffee-urn distributing cheerful good-mornings. The Squire murmured absently over his napkin, "May the Lord make us thankful for this and all the blessings of life." He occasionally varied his grace, and sometimes to Ann's amazement. Why should he ask to be made thankful, she reflected.
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