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"What does your mother charge?" Ellen handed a neatly-folded bill which she had drawn for her mother. "I must say, I think your mother's prices are very high," said Mrs. Elmore, examining her nearly empty purse; "every thing is getting so dear that one hardly knows how to live." Ellen looked at the fancy articles, and glanced around the room with an air of innocent astonishment. "Ah," said Mrs.
Even Sir Henry Elmore, whose income was, for his rank, somewhat limited, had no objection to the chance offered of obtaining a stock of prize-money; and his officers and crew, including True Blue, looked forward to the prospect with infinite satisfaction.
"I don't know I don't know," said Elmore, in a voice of grief and apprehension, which might well have seemed anxiety for the officer's liberty. "I told her it was one of his jokes. He was very funny, and kept her laughing the whole way, with his broken English and his witty little remarks. She says he's just dying to go to America. Who do you suppose it can be, Owen?" "How should I know?
It was also discovered that a Mr. Jonas Elmore, the only surviving executor of the will, and a distant relation of the deceased Colonel's, lived about fifty miles from York, and could, in all probability, better than any one, afford Walter those farther particulars of which he was so desirous to be informed.
"And if he molests us further, I will appeal to the consul." Elmore began to walk up and down the room again. "Well, I don't know whether you could call it molesting, exactly," suggested Mrs. Elmore. "What do you mean, Celia? Do you suppose that she she encouraged this officer?" "Owen! It was all in the simplicity and innocence of her heart!" "Well, then, that she wishes to see him again?"
"You have a pleasant position here," he said easily, as he turned about to meet Elmore's look of indignant demand. "I've come to ask all about our friends the Andersens." "I don't know anything about them," answered Elmore. "I never saw them before." "Aöh!" said the painter. Elmore had not invited him to sit down, but now he dropped into a chair, with the air of asking Elmore to explain himself.
We will suppose that it is fit and becoming for a gentleman who has twice met a young lady by accident or once by accident, and once by his own insistence to write to her. Do you wish to continue the correspondence?" "No." Elmore looked into the eyes which dwelt full upon him, and, though they were clear as the windows of heaven, he hesitated.
You remember Tom Friar's widow, Mrs. Elmore?" "Tom Friar's widow! Is Tom Friar dead?" "Why, of course! One of the first. I think it was Ball's Bluff. Well, she's married. But she married his cousin, and as Dick Burton says, that isn't so bad. Isn't it awful, Mrs. Clapp's losing all her boys, all five of them? It does seem to bear too hard on some families.
"The Mortons will be pushing on to Leghorn, and somebody must meet her. How would it do for Mr. Hoskins to go?" Mrs. Elmore responded with a clutch tantamount to "Horrors! How could you think of such a thing?" "Well, then," he said, "the only thing we can do is to send a valet de place for her. We can send old Cazzi.
The point is whether you believe the chances are for or against her in such a marriage. Do you?" "Do I what?" "Agree with me?" "Yes; but I say they might be very happy. I shall always say that." Elmore flung up his hands in despair. "Well, then, say what shall be done now." This was perhaps just what Mrs. Elmore did not choose to say.
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