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"Then I'll tell you Davenport's story. But you must be patient, and let me tell it in my own way, and you must promise all three never to reveal it; you'll find no reason in it for divulging it, and great reason for keeping it secret." On that condition the promise was given, and Turl, having taken a moment's preliminary thought, began his account.
The step came almost to the threshold, receded along the passage, and mounted the flight above. "It's Mr. Wigfall; he rooms higher up," said Mrs. Haze, in a dejected whisper. The young man's heart sank; for some reason, at this disappointment, the hope of Davenport's return fled, the possibility of his disappearance became certainty.
The public has long ago made up its mind about Mr. Davenport's little delusion." "As one of 'the public, perhaps I have a right to dispute that," retorted Larcher. "Men don't have such delusions." "Oh, don't they? That's as much as you know about the eccentricities of human nature, and yet you presume to call yourself a writer. I guess you don't know the full circumstances of this case.
What could be more consistent with Davenport's outspoken distaste for life, as he found it, or with his listless endurance of it, than a voluntary departure from it? He had never talked suicide, but this, in his state of mind, was rather an argument in favor of his having acted it. No threatened men live longer, as a class, than those who have themselves as threateners.
Davenport's that I hadn't any new clothes. Pip was ill, you know." "Miss Harriet!" Nina said with a rush. "You're so sweet about things like this, I wonder if you will mind taking the yellow guest room it's really much larger and leaving this room? You see when I have friends " Harriet, at the dressing table, had raised her hands to remove her hat.
He slept ill himself, the short time he had left for sleep. In the morning he made a swift breakfast, and was off to Mrs. Haze's. Davenport's room was still untenanted, his bed untouched; the telegram still lay unclaimed in the hall below. Florence and Edna were prepared, by the absence of news during the night, for Larcher's discouraged face when he appeared at the flat in the morning.
He received a 'hurry call' to Chicago, and must take the first train; so he sent for me, to look after a few matters in his absence." "I trust you'll find them interesting," said Larcher, comparing his own failure with Bagley's success in obtaining Davenport's services. "Not in the slightest," replied Davenport. "Then remunerative, at least." "Not sufficiently to attract me," said the other.
This removal, along with the clearing of hair from the forehead, and thinning the eyelashes by plucking out, would contribute to another desirable effect. Davenport's eyes were what are commonly called gray.
On the morning of the 10th Gregg and Wilson, while crossing the North Anna, were again attacked, but were covered by the division on the south side of the stream; the passage was effected without much loss, notwithstanding the approach of Stuart on the south bank from the direction of Davenport's bridge.
Larcher felt himself quite out of the talk, but found compensation in the whisky and in watching the old man's greedy enjoyment of Davenport's every word. The afternoon waned, and all opportunity of making the intended sketches passed for that day. Mr. They did not go, however, until Davenport had arranged to come the next day and perform his neglected task. Mr.
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