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Updated: May 18, 2025
He says it eases his tubes when he preaches for the minister well, it come as I was ladling out his cereal; it was oatmeal porridge, Scotch something come over me, an' my arm shook. It was most unusual. Well, some of the cereal dropped right on to the floor. Kate Crombie, that porridge dropped, an' when I looked there was a ring on the floor, a ring, my dear.
This wild suggestion of his son's, that the girl's illness might be due in some way to her contact with the orchids, was in part responsible for this confused memory, but it seemed to be associated, too, with the story of Crombie the gardener and with Antony Ferrara.
"By my marriage with the Widow Sarah Hutchins," replied Hugh Crombie, staring at a question which seemed to have little reference to the present topic of conversation. "It is a most excellent method of becoming a man of substance," continued the traveller; "attended with little trouble, and honest withal."
He was prevented, however, by the approach of footsteps along the passageway; and Hugh Crombie, opening the door, ushered a person into the room, and retired. The new-comer was Fanshawe. The water that poured plentifully from his cloak evinced that he had but just arrived at the inn; but, whatever was his object, he seemed not to have attained it in meeting with the young men.
No, I did not see her; but I will venture to say that it was Dame Crombie's self, and no other." "Well, perhaps it might," said the other, doubtingly. "Her head was turned from me, and she was gone like a shadow." "Dame Crombie is no shadow, and never vanishes like one," resumed Edward. "You have mistaken the slipshod servant-girl for a lady."
The lamp that Hugh Crombie held but dimly enlightened them; and the number and contiguity of the doors caused Dr. Melmoth to lay his hand upon the wrong one. "Not there, not there, doctor! It is Dame Crombie's bedchamber," shouted Hugh, most energetically. "Now Beelzebub defend me!" he muttered to himself, perceiving that his exclamation had been a moment too late.
She shall marry me. Think you her father will rest easy in the ocean, Hugh Crombie, when I am his son-in-law?" "No, he will rise up to prevent it, if need be," answered the landlord. "But the dead need not interpose to frustrate so wild a scheme." "I understand you," said his comrade. "You are of opinion that the young lady's consent may not be so soon won as asked. Fear not for that, mine host.
"I'm going to be a director in this company." "I guess you're going to be an inmate of a lunatic asylum," Mr. Blatchford remarked with astonished cheerfulness. "That seems as unlikely to me as the other thing does to you," said Crombie. Hereupon Mr. Blatchford became sarcastically deferential. "And just about when do you propose to become a director?" he asked. "In the course of a month.
The men with him were those who would act under his orders, men whose senses were quite deadened to the finer emotions of life. Those behind the buckboard were there to witness the administration of the sentence passed upon the prisoner by his fellow townsmen. Doc Crombie drove the buckboard. And he watched the condemned man beside him out of the tail of his eye.
John Crombie had taken a room at the new apartment building, The Lorne; having advanced so far in his experience of New York as to be aware that if he could once establish himself in a house associated by name with foreign places and titles his chance of securing "position" would be greatly increased.
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