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I hope your Reverence 'll come to the christ'nin'? But about the clo'es; bad luck saize the tack I have to put to my back, but what you see an me, if we wor to be married to-morrow." "Well, Phelim, aroon," said Mrs. Doran, "his Reverence here has my little pences o' money in his hands, an' the best way is for you to get the price of a suit from him.
A number of our shipmates had put up tents in the neighbourhood, and at night we all gathered round the camp fire to talk and smoke away our misery. One, whose name I forget, was a journalist, correspondent for the 'Nonconformist'. Scott was an artist, Harrison a mechanical engineer. Doran a commercial traveller, Moran an ex-policeman, Beswick a tailor, Bernie a clogger.
She was greedily ready to grab everything, without thanks, just as her lynx-prototype would snatch a piece of meat, if it could get it, from another lynx. She grudged the years of luxury and pleasure which she ought to have had; and could she have realized that she had made of Lieutenant de la Tour an enemy for Max Doran, she would have been glad.
Lady Theodosia asks you if you take sugar and cream, and then perhaps a dog takes off her attention, and as likely as not, when she remembers the pouring out, you get just what you have said you don't take. I wonder she does not leave it to the servants. Mr. Doran was as quiet as a mouse, and said he had a bad headache.
There's that to be said for us." "His soul isn't sick at all!" Sanda cried out, in defence of her friend. "Perhaps he thinks it is." Colonel DeLisle looked at Max as he had looked after those chance words of his about a woman. "Do you think that, Mr. Doran?" the girl questioned incredulously. "I shall be disappointed if you do." "Don't be disappointed. I do not think my soul is sick.
I suffered many bruises, as you can see. I thought they were going to kill me, but they bound me, and then the youngest of 'em wrote this note which they told me to give to you, saying that they would send a rifle bullet through my head some dark night, if I disobeyed 'em, and I believe, sir, they would do it." "Report to your sergeant," said de Peyster, and Private Doran gladly went away.
It is in the personal column of the Morning Post, and dates, as you see, some weeks back: 'A marriage has been arranged, it says, 'and will, if rumour is correct, very shortly take place, between Lord Robert St. Simon, second son of the Duke of Balmoral, and Miss Hatty Doran, the only daughter of Aloysius Doran. Esq., of San Francisco, Cal., U.S.A. That is all."
"Oh, bedad, sir, she knows it is," replied Phelim, giving her a wink with the safe eye. Now, Mrs. Doran began to have her suspicions. The wink she considered as decidedly ominous. Phelim, she concluded with all the sagacity of a woman thinking upon that subject, had winked at her to assent only for the purpose of getting themselves out of the scrape for the present.
Denyer was not wholly without consolation in her troubles about Clifford Marsh. On the following morning, as she and her daughters were going out, they came face to face with a gentleman who was announcing to the servant his wish to see Miss Doran. Naturally they all glanced at him. Would he be admitted? With much presence of mind, Madeline exclaimed, "Oh dear, mamma! I have forgotten that letter.
It sounded like the voice of a little, frail, very old woman; whereas Rose Doran had been a creature of glorious physique, looking and feeling at least fifteen years younger than her age. "I started the minute I had the telegram," Max said, wanting to make sure that she realized his love, his frantic haste to reach her. "It has seemed a hundred years! Darling, if I could bear this for you. If "
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