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She told her steward her design of going the next morning to London, bid him pay instantly all her debts, and discharge all her servants, determining to keep no account open but that with Mr Eggleston, which he had made so intricate by double and undue demands, that she thought it most prudent and safe to leave him wholly to Delvile.
Edward Eggleston Murch not overmuch genuine urbanity. Urbanity of the surface he had, of course; he called on it at need in very much the same way that he called on his stenographer. But of true courtesy or consideration Mr. Murch's makeup was singularly and flawlessly free.
Ah! it appears only a hideous dream; but I know it is awfully, horribly true." "What is true? Don't keep me in suspense." Olga bent forward, put her large hands on Regina's shoulders as the latter knelt in front of her, and answered drearily: "He is married." "Not Mr. Eggleston?" "Yes, my Belmont. For so many years he has been entirely mine, and oh, how I loved him! Now he is that woman's husband.
He was then sufficiently well known as a writer to obtain without difficulty a place on the staff of Hearth and Home, a weekly New York paper, owned by Orange Judd, and conducted by Edward Eggleston. Mrs. Mary Mapes Dodge had charge of the juvenile department, and Frank went on the paper as her assistant. Later Mr. Smith and his associates formed The Century Company; and with this company Mr.
Certain distant cousins of this backwoods stock had come into literature as "Pikes" or poor whites in the Far West with Bret Harte and in the Middle West with John Hay and Edward Eggleston; it remained for Charles Egbert Craddock in Tennessee and John Fox in Kentucky to discover the heroic and sentimental qualities of the breed among its highland fastnesses of the Great Smoky and Cumberland Mountains.
Mr Eggleston was a gentleman whom she knew little more than by sight; he was no relation to her family, nor had any connection with the Dean, but by being a cousin to a lady he had married, and who had left him no children.
Presently she looked at her son with an inscrutable expression. "Are the Carrolls all gone?" she asked. Anderson cut himself a bit of beefsteak carefully before replying. "Some of them, I believe," said he. "I heard Mrs. Carroll and her sister and daughter and the boy all went yesterday morning. Josie Eggleston came in about the Rainy Day Club meeting, this morning, and she told me."
Collectin' fam'ly portraits of prominent gunmen, or what?" "It it's my way of getting material for my work," says Eggleston. "You see, through some friends in a settlement house, I get to know these people. I take snapshots of them for nothing. They like to send the pictures back home, you know, and I can use some of them myself." "In the book?" says I.
Eggleston, the minister, proving his claim to that high title, ministering in the truest sense to all who need him, holding to fevered lips the cup of medicine or soothing drink, and holding to fevered souls the still more precious drink. There is Corporal Gray, assisting to arrange the hospital, and cheering his comrades with an account of the victory.
I'm just readin' how Tesreau pulled out of a bad hole in the seventh with two on bases; but I breaks away long enough to glance over the top of the paper. "Go on, shoot it," says I. "I I'm very sorry," says he, "but but I am Mr. Ham." "Never mind apologizin'," says I. "Maybe it ain't all your fault. After the key, ain't you?" "Yes, thank you," says he. "Eggleston K., I suppose?" says I.
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