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Did the Pipers know Godfrey Radmore was back? "We was wondering," said the woman, "if you would give us the major's address?" Then they didn't know he was back or did they? "I don't know it." Enid Crofton was one of those women there are more than a truthful world suspects who actually find it easier to lie than to tell the truth.
Her face looked troubled, and her dark eyebrows came together in a sharp angle as she tried to tell the young preacher exactly what was going on in her mind. He listened with his habitual, smiling attention, smoothing the paper of the folded letter pages and murmuring, "Yes, I understand. Indeed, Miss Enid?"
Get off them this moment and answer me is this young female speaking the truth?" The Prophet got off the instruments and, in answer to a firm, Scottish gesture from Lady Enid, nodded his head twice. "What!" continued Sir Tiglath, puffing out his cheeks, "a woman be a pioneer among the Heavenly Bodies!" The Prophet nodded again, as mechanically as a penny toy.
Fetherston, you are quite a stranger! We hoped to see more of you, but my husband and daughter have been away in France as perhaps you know." "So Enid has been telling me," replied Walter. "They've been in a most interesting district." "Enid is leaving us again to-morrow morning," remarked her mother. "They are going to Nervi.
There's a girl yonder who might have assisted me at one time, but " Enid slipped into the road. The night was passably light and her beautiful features were fairly clear to the startled men in the road. "The girl is here," she said. "What do you want?"
With Enid Witcherley's words, the realization of his true position had been unpleasantly suggested to him, and the grain of doubt had been scattered over the banquet he had set himself to enjoy.
"How dare you touch me like that?" "By heavens," Henson whispered, vehemently, "when I consider how I have been fooled by you I wonder that I do not strike the life out of you. Where is your sister?" Enid assumed an air of puzzled surprise. She raised her eyebrows, coldly. But it needed no very brilliant intelligence to tell her that Henson had discovered something.
Nothing no power on earth nobody can ever make me believe that Enid was murdered by the negro. It doesn't fit in with what has gone before." "If there's any way to find this man, we'll do it," Bristow assured him. Braceway sprang to his feet. "You can bet your last dollar on that, Mr. Fulton," he said heartily, "If he's to be found, we'll get him." The old man got to his feet.
Nothing less peculiarly appropriate to a young girl of seventeen than some of his sermons could be imagined and yet they were all addressed to Enid Vane. It was as if he were trying to strengthen her for some dread conflict, some warfare of life and death, which his foreseeing eye discerned for her in days to come. Enid was allowed to do a little district-visiting in the parish, and Mr.
She hovered about the visitor for a few moments, and then, seeing that Enid was quite at her ease, went downstairs to her work. Claude wished that Enid would not talk at all, but would sit there and let him look at her. The sunshine she had let into the room, and her tranquil, fragrant presence, soothed him. Presently he realized that she was asking him something. "What is it, Enid?
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