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So this wonderful little creature was Derwent Conniston's sister! And she was claiming him. She thought he was her brother! " And I love him because he treated me so nicely," she was saying. "He really hugged me, Derry. I guess he didn't think I was away past eighteen. And he wrapped me up in a big oilskin, and we came up here. And O Derry, Derry why did you do it? Why didn't you let me know?
"You need not look at me so earnestly, dear, kind Olive! All is well with me and with my son; but he has done what I think is not exactly good for him, and it somewhat troubles me. However, we will talk of this another time." "More news do you want, Olive?" She has given your favourite Mr. Lyle Derwent a fortune of £1000 a year, and a little estate to match!"
That mattered little, to be sure, in the case of ordinary people, who were born, and lived, and died, in fashionable routine, anxious only to exhibit themselves at any given moment in the way held to be good form; but it was hard to think that custom's tyranny should lay its foul hand on Irene Derwent.
You may come and fetch me to-morrow, with the pony you lent me; and bring Mr. Derwent, too, to lead it. To see him so employed would be excellent fun." "You seem to have taken a sudden passion for riding, Christal," said Olive, with a smile, when they were alone. "Yes, it suits me.
Derwent was, in a sense, a self-made man; in youth he had gone through a hard struggle, and but for his academic successes he could not have completed the course of medical training.
He was guiltily aware that they had passed the vicinity of dangerous ledges. The most uncomfortable feature of the situation was that he knew Miss Derwent to be equally aware of it. "If he was to sail, I don't know what they brought me fer," he reflected gloomily.
Why don't you send Miss Lacey?" "H'm," grunted the judge thoughtfully. John smiled. "Provide her with a full suit of chain-armor and I fancy she'd accept the detail." "I'm going in town to-morrow," soliloquized the judge aloud. "I might go and ask Edna Derwent." "Who?" demanded Dunham, looking up with sudden alertness. "Edna Derwent." "Of Commonwealth Avenue?" "Yes. What's the matter?" "Nothing.
Derwent and Arnold Jacks, conversing gravely, with subdued voices. The Doctor had a smile on his meditative features; his eyes were cast down he looked a trifle embarrassed. "Forgive me," Arnold was saying, with some earnestness, "if this course seems to you rather irregular." "Not at all! Not at all! But I can only assure you of my honest inability to answer the question. Try, my dear fellow!
From the sentinel solitude of the Iron Pot to the smiling banks of New Norfolk, the river winds in a succession of reaches, narrowing to a deep channel cleft between rugged and towering cliffs. A line drawn due north from the source of the Derwent would strike another river winding out from the northern part of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.
Judge Trent's visit removed the last doubt as to her remaining with Thinkright, and she knew that if the Mill Farm were to be her home neither Miss Derwent nor Mr. Dunham would remain a stranger to her. Then it became doubly necessary for her to think right concerning them. They had not met for years until this summer; and now there could surely be but one result from their meeting again.
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