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'Seen Mr. Ericson lately? the Duchess asked. 'Oh, yes, quite lately. Helena did not explain how very lately it was that she had seen him. 'I like him very much, said the Duchess. 'He is real sweet, I think. 'He is very charming, Helena said. 'And his secretary, young what is his name? 'Mr. Hamilton? 'Yes, yes, Mr. Hamilton. Don't you think he is just a lovely young man?
Ericson did not come of a great family, to be sure, but Sir Rupert saw more and more every day that the old-fashioned social distinctions were not merely crumbling but positively breaking down, and he knew that any of the duchesses with whom he was acquainted would gladly encourage her daughter to marry a millionaire from Oil City, Pennsylvania.
She was so broad, and took such short steps when she walked, that her brother, Joe Vavrika, always called her his duck. She adored her niece because of her talent, because of her good looks and masterful ways, but most of all because of her selfishness. Clara's marriage with Olaf Ericson was Johanna's particular triumph.
While Robert thus once more for a season stood behind the cherub with the flaming sword, Ericson was teaching two stiff-necked youths in a dreary house in the midst of one of the moors of Caithness. One day he had a slight attack of blood-spitting, and welcomed it as a sign from what heaven there might be beyond the grave. He had not received the consolation of Miss St.
The scent of royal climbing-roses enveloped Carl as that picture changed into others. San Spirito Presidio became a vast military encampment over which Hawk Ericson was flying.... From his monoplane he saw a fairy town, with red roofs rising to a tower of fantastic turrets.
Um-m-m, because he didn't remember my name, either. So you've never heard it. It happens to be Ericson.... I'm on a mission. Serious one. I'm planning to go out and buy a medium-sized bomb and blow up this bunch. I suspect there's poets around." "I do too," sighed Ruth. "I understand that Mrs.
'My mither whiles, answered Shargar. Ericson was recovering slowly. He could sit up in bed the greater part of the day, and talk about getting out of it. He was able to give Robert an occasional help with his Greek, and to listen with pleasure to his violin. The night-watching grew less needful, and Ericson would have dispensed with it willingly, but Robert would not yet consent.
"I wish you'd come up to Mr. Frazer's with me some Sunday afternoon for tea, Ericson." He was a thin-haired young man, with a consuming love of his work, which was the saving of souls by teaching Lycidas and Comus. This was his first year out of graduate school, his first year at Plato and possibly his last. It was whispered about that he believed in socialism, and the president, the Rev. Dr.
"Don't leave the hooks here, Ericson," he said; "you'll be needing them for the fishing." And taking the fishhooks from his desk he again examined them attentively, admiring the fine workmanship displayed in the turn of their points. "My lad, these are fine hooks for a sea trout," he continued; "you'll have gotten them from Kirkwall, no doubt?" "No," I said.
Robert 'll be hame in ae meenit. This answer seemed to satisfy Ericson, for he closed his eyes and lay still; nor did he speak again till Robert arrived with the doctor.
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