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She was beginning, moreover, to be uneasily conscious that the two men at the far end of the long table had forgotten her presence behind the pile of great ledgers and were talking of things that she was not meant to hear. Half an hour earlier her brother Alan had rushed in to see whether she were not ready for their afternoon ride and had been disappointedly impatient when she shook her head.
"Yes," he said, disappointedly, "you are only a little girl yet. Or you are growing up to be a Woman's Rights Woman, and to think a 'career' is better than a home and a man who is no better than other men to love you and protect you and provide for you." "You know that is not true," she answered quietly; "but I have been looking forward so long to going to school."
"Nailed!" he exclaimed disappointedly as he jumped to the floor. "Shall we call?" Phil nodded. "Tod. Oh, Tod!" Only silence. Again they called. "Tod Tod Fulton." There was an answer this time, but not of the sort nor from the direction the boys expected. It was more like a whine than a groan this time, and it came from the far side of the room.
The features of the American assumed a changed expression; she dropped the hand she bad taken the instant before, and said, disappointedly: "I find, then, my philosophy is totally at fault." "Wherein, Matilda?" anxiously asked Gerald. "In this, that I have not been able to make you a convert to my opinions."
It was still evening, as I remember, and the four of us, Jessop, Arkright, Taylor and I, looked disappointedly at Carnacki, where he sat silent in his great chair.
It seems a pity," he added disappointedly, "because it's so well done that people ought to know about it." He frowned at the big hospital buildings. It was apparent that the ignorance of the public concerning their excellence greatly annoyed him. When again he looked at Sister Anne she was regarding him in alarm obviously she was upon the point of instant flight. "You are a reporter?" she said.
There was nothing behind it. Disappointedly he caught the newspaper up and tossed it into the waste-basket. Suddenly, on a thought, he recovered the paper, and opened it. On discovering it was the "Bulletin," a paper he knew Mr. Black seldom read, the idea took definite shape. And, yes, it was of yesterday's date! "Mr. Black," exclaimed Jack, "this is not your paper, is it?"
"He looks just like a man, only better and kinder. But now that I come to think of it, I've never seen a picture of God." "Well, if there isn't one in Toronto it isn't likely there's one anywhere," said Peter disappointedly. "I saw a picture of the devil once," he added. "It was in a book my Aunt Jane had. She got it for a prize in school. My Aunt Jane was clever."
"Oh!" disappointedly, "I don't like cabbages, they haven't pretty flowers, and they haven't a pretty smell." "Well, we can't have everything pretty, and glad enough we are of cabbages for dinner sometimes. The hens like them better than any flower, don't they?" "Yes, so they do. I'll be able to give some of the leaves to the fowls, won't I?" "Yes, if you don't give them too many."
As there seemed nothing else to do, this advice was followed, and soon the boys were at one of the broken out windows of the mill. They listened and looked inside, but saw and heard nothing. "They are not here," whispered Sam, disappointedly. "They are not far off," answered his big brother confidently. "Look!" came from Tom. "A light!" He pointed through the window to the flooring inside.
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