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Updated: May 16, 2025
"There are muslin curtains attached to each side of the window. One cannot see into the room from a distance." Furneaux measured an imaginary line drawn from Doris's bedroom to the edge of the cliff, and prolonged it. "Nor can you see the river or foot of the lawn from your room," he commented. "No. In winter I can just make out the edge of the lawn.
"I suppose, also, you are aware what the packet contains, Doris." "Yes, mother." "Is it a gift or a loan to your father?" "A loan I hope. Please let me have it " "One moment, my dear. Am I right in further supposing that your father intends to pay a particular debt with all this money?" Doris's head drooped in assent.
To be sure it was little, and this gate was big and wide, but both had boards crosswise, just right for climbing. "We climbed on Doris's when it wouldn't open," she thought, "so I guess this one will climb too."
This story will be read, no doubt, by the young and the old, the wise and the foolish, by the temperate and the intemperate, but the subject matter is so common to all men that it will interest every one, even ecclesiastics, every one except certain gentlemen residing chiefly in Constantinople, whose hostility to the lover on his errand is so well known, and so easily understandable, that I must renounce all hope of numbering them among the admirers of my own or Doris's frailty.
Smith, "and she has lots of chickens and pigs and cows and strawberry patches and milk and well, about everything a little girl could possibly want. And now she wishes a little girl named Mary Jane Merrill to come and visit her." "And could I have really truly chickens of my own not Doris's kind of chickens?" asked Mary Jane. Mrs. Merrill laughed.
All the same, the distress shown by that odd girl, Miss Wigram, and her appeal both to the painter and his niece to intervene and save the foolish youth, kept echoing in Doris's memory, although neither she nor Bentley had received it with any cordiality.
"Well, it's a wonderful imitation, then" said Hall a little drily and remembered the man like a pawnbroker's shop. Then Ethel joined them, and Hal's quick eyes saw sthe still increasing anxiety, just as surely as she saw the increased furtiveness in Doris's side-long glances.
She wanted to go off after her at once. But it's all correct. I saw the Registrar. They were properly married, and they left for Dover at eleven, bound for Paris." "What in the world will become of Basil?" He winced visibly. Doris's flagrant selfishness to Basil hurt almost more than her faithlessness to himself.
Martin was watching Doris now from under his brows; he was talking against the silence that might engulf her again; seeking to hold her to a future that he had been vaguely considering in the past. He thankfully saw her interest growing. "You did that, David how like you!" The tears still came easily to Doris's eyes.
When I have a moment to spare I'll put it under the microscope." Siddle examined the telegram again. The handwriting was that beloved of Civil Service Commissioners. Unquestionably, it was not Doris's. No sooner had his friend gone off, still intent on the dead insect, than Siddle followed.
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