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Updated: June 23, 2025
Lana took Coventry Daunt's arm and started off with an elaborate display of mock terror. "And now politics goes whirling, too! My, how the ground shakes! Mister Mayor, I'll promise you more serene conditions on Corson Hill this evening." There was an unmistakable air of proprietorship in her manner with the young man who accompanied her.
His voice trembled. She did not appear to understand his emotion. "But I am talking for myself," protested the girl. "You're talking only your father's views, his plans, his ambition, his scheme of life talking Daunt's project for his own selfish ends!" "I don't understand!" "I hope you don't! For the sake of my love for you, I hope so!" He was striving to control himself.
"I do," declared Stewart. "You're the kind of a man who makes a spoken word of that sort more binding than a written pledge with a notarial seal." Again Daunt shook the Morrison hand. "I consider it settled!" Daunt's wink when he grabbed Morrison had tipped off Senator Corson, and the latter collaborated with alacrity; he hustled the Governor toward the door.
"Such publication can be twisted to injure honest investors. It can be used politically by a man's enemies. Stewart, I am heavily interested financially in Daunt's syndicate, because I believe in developing our grand old state. I bring this personal matter to your attention so that you may see how this general windmill-tilting is going to affect your friends." "I'm for our state, too, sir!
Daunt's attitude showed no relaxation. Indeed, quick recollections assailed him of certain reports in the local papers, now some ten days old. Miss Blanchflower indeed! She was a brazen one after all done and said. "Pleased to see you, Miss, if you'll kindly get an order from Sir Wilfrid.
She was still rosy as they entered Daunt's kitchen, and the children who had seen her silent and haughty entrance, hardly recognised the creature all life and animation who returned to them. The car stood waiting in the fore-court. Winnington put her in.
The outbreak was so unlike Neave that I remember every word of it: remember, too, saying in answer: "But, look here, Neave, you wouldn't take Daunt's hands for yours, I imagine?" He stared a moment and smiled. "Have all that, and grope my way through it like a blind cave fish? What a question!
Each of my little old bits the rubbish I chucked out to make room for Daunt's glories had its own personal history, the drama of my relation to it, of the discovery, the struggle, the capture, the first divine moment of possession. There was a romantic secret between us.
And Lily's heart especially was sore for her father. She knew very well they were all doing what was forbidden. But she dared not complain. They had found Cousin 'Liza a hard woman. After Eliza Daunt had left Daunt's kitchen, for the space of half an hour, a deep and brooding quiet settled on Monk Lawrence.
While the Senator stood and gazed at the precipitate young man, Banker Daunt, following on Morrison's trail, arrived in front of Corson. Lawyer Despeaux stepped from the window embrasure to get a good view and was not at all reassured by Daunt's looks. The banker displayed none of the symptoms of a victor. There was more of choler than complacency in his air.
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