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"Our captain has had great success lately, you know, but he is obliged to keep a little in the background for the present, as you will see by your letter, and as it is a very particular letter, indeed, he ordered me to bring it to you." Edna's heart sank. "What has happened?" said she. "Why " "Oh, you will find all that in the letter," said Banker.
I got the rest of the story from Harold on my way home to-night from Edna's place. That's why I was late. "Adoniah and his family lived in them dirty streets of lower East Side. He was a wreck, and Emmie tried to work to keep things up. Both of 'em died, starved to death, while you and that damn missionary was getting fat on the money you stole.
Surprise and something like contempt flashed over Edna's face. "Is it since you drank the blueberry juice?" she asked, and the next moment could have bitten her tongue for its rashness. Dunham showed no surprise. "Oh, it's a gradual estimate," he said. The girl laughed. "Very gradual. Is it three days or four?" "Time doesn't enter much into that sort of impression."
In crossing the campus on her way to Harlowe House she had encountered Edna in company with another freshman. For an instant she had wondered why the sight of the black and white coat which Edna wore seemed so strangely familiar. Then it had dawned upon her that it was identical with a coat belonging to Jean. "How do you like my new coat?" had been Edna's salutation, and Evelyn had replied.
Edna's eyes involuntarily wandered over the sea of heads, and the editor saw her start and lean forward, and noticed the sudden joy that flashed into her face, as she met the earnest, upward gaze of Gordon Leigh. "An acquaintance of yours, Miss Earl?" "Yes, sir, an old friend from the South." The door of the box opened, and Sir Roger Percival came in and seated himself near Mrs.
Mademoiselle set the tray which she brought in upon a small table near at hand, and seated herself once again on the lumpy sofa. "I have had a letter from your friend," she remarked, as she poured a little cream into Edna's cup and handed it to her. "My friend?" "Yes, your friend Robert. He wrote to me from the City of Mexico."
It belongs to this place." "Go and tell Edna how you like it," said Sylvia. "She always says it belongs to this island." "And to her present guests especially," rejoined Dunham. "Won't you seal the partnership before I go?" He reached his hand up to her with the movement she had pictured. Her own were clasped behind her head. "No," she answered quickly. "Take Edna's hand upon it.
"I've just been wondering who I could get to sail Mr. Johnson's boat back to the farm." Edna's eyelids lifted. She wondered if her old friend had determined to invite himself. "You know where the Tide Mill is, I suppose?" went on Dunham, for Benny looked unillumined. "It is Thinkright's boat he wishes to have sailed back," said Edna. "Oh, yes," answered Benny. "I know."
As she laid her head on her pillow, she could not avoid exclaiming: "Heaven save me from such aristocrats! and commit me rather to the horny but outstretched hands, the brawny arms, the untutored minds, the simple but kindly-throbbing hearts of proletaire!" When Mr. Hammond mentioned Edna's determination to discontinue Hebrew, Mr.
Leigh continued: "I do not quite comprehend the symbolism of the ram's head and the star; the crescent is clear enough." "I think I can guess the meaning." Edna's eyes kindled. "Tell me your conjecture; my own does not satisfy me, as the Arabic love of mutton is the only solution at which I have arrived." "Oh, Mr. Leigh! look at it and think a moment."
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