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There was no mistaking young Denton's words or looks. Faith could not have been a woman and not understood their meaning. For a second her lids fell in a tell-tale manner, and her cheeks paled and reddened with each alternating emotion. She knew she must resent the young man's words at once, but her confusion of the moment rendered her powerless to do so.
Then, again, I understand from a reliable source that Mr. Denton's wife is fast going insane from worry, and that his scapegrace son is growing gray-headed over the outlook for his fortune. Again, Mr.
How many times she and Anne had stood at the self-same window, arm in arm, gazing out at the self-same sights. She could see the very seat at the foot of the big tree where she had sat the day Emma Dean had poked her head about the big syringa bush and mournfully handed her the letter from Ruth Denton's father which had been buried in the pocket of Emma's coat for so many weeks.
Denton went back to his office to think a little. When he reached it he found Mr. Day pacing the floor as he waited for him. "So your decision is final," he bellowed, as Mr. Denton entered. "You have fully decided to make a fool of yourself and wreck the firm, and all because you have not head enough to keep your religion out of business!" Mr. Denton's face flushed, but he spoke as calmly as ever.
Faith trembled for fear that Lou would hear in some way of the box of poisoned candy, but strangely enough it had been hushed up for the present. Some power, unknown to Faith, had stopped every tongue from blabbing. "I expect it is some of Mr. Denton's good work," she said to her mother one night as they sat at supper with little Dick between them.
She had just eaten a mouthful of the cutlet when she was aroused by a whoop that familiar whoop which Irene had given vent to under poor Jane Denton's bed the previous night. Rosamund turned round, and there was Irene's face pressed against the window-pane. She had run up a ladder which she had forced one of the gardeners to bring to the window, and was looking in.
"I can see all around and every way," exclaims one of the psychometers reported in William Denton's The Soul of Things. The "outer light" by which the physical eye is able to see objects is sunlight. Upon this clairvoyant vision in no wise depends, involving, as it does, other octaves of vibration.
"Then it is time to put his ill-gotten wealth to good account! I am astonished, Mr. Denton, that you should wish him to retain it!" Faith's eyes were fairly blazing now, but the look of admiration only deepened upon young Denton's features. There was a cry from little Dick in the kitchen just then, and Mrs. Marvin rose hastily and excused herself to go to him.
Anne, knowing Grace was to be away, had accepted an invitation to go down to Ruth Denton's little room, help her cook supper, and spend the evening with her. "Oh, dear," sighed Grace, as she tried vainly to reach the two hooks of her dark blue charmeuse gown that seemed only a sixteenth of an inch out of reach, "I wish Anne were here.
Jessie Denton's mother, my dear Laura, would never have asked the sacrifice of her daughter's whole life; and Jessie herself would never have made it had she been less vain, proud, and luxurious in her tastes, and a little braver, more self-forgetting and industrious. These are hard words, dear, and I am sorry to use them.
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