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Now we must find out Mr. Fairchild's. Can't you ask somebody, Rough? Randolph, though he would not have confessed it, was a little shy of accosting any of the few passers-by.
Fairchild's voice was hot, resentful. Mother Howard went on: "I know he did n't, Son. I 'm only telling the story. Miners are superstitious as a general rule, and they 're childish at believing things. It all worked in your father's case with the exception of Harry and 'Sissie' Larsen, a Swede with a high voice, just about like mine. That's why they gave him the name.
They give no precipitate. No peptones are found. Experiment 76. Into a four-ounce bottle put two tablespoonfuls of cold water; add one grain of Fairchild's extract of pancreas, and as much baking soda as can be taken up on the point of a penknife. Shake well, and add four tablespoonfuls of cold, fresh milk. Shake again.
"To me this hull thing is as plain as the nose on my face." As Aaron Fairchild's smelling organ was an unusually large one, this caused the master of Putnam Hall to smile. But he immediately grew grave again. "This is a serious matter, Mr. Fairchild. I do not wish to shield a thief, but at the same time I cannot see one or more of my pupils unjustly treated." "Are ye afraid to have 'em examined?"
Fairchild and their nice children, and make a pleasant evening of it. "We told her that Mrs. Goodriche and her niece were at Mr. Fairchild's," added Mr. Somers; "and she said, 'Let them come also, by all means; the more the merrier; and then she kindly entered into what carriages we could muster. "I told her," he continued, "that Mr.
But the straying brown hair still was there, the brown eyes, the piquant little nose and the prettily formed lips. Fairchild's heart thumped, nor did he stop to consider why. A quickening of his pace, and he met her just as she stepped to the curbing. "I 'm so glad of this opportunity," he exclaimed happily. "I want to return that money to you. I I was so fussed yesterday I did n't realize "
"Yes, I saw him in the village right after the cadets left." "Anywhere near Mr. Fairchild's shop?" "On the road that runs back of the shop." "Where was he going?" "I don't know." "And that is the last you saw of him?" "Yes, sir." "You don't know if he went towards the back of the shop?" "No, sir." More than this the boy could not tell and he was excused.
I 'm willing to start any time you say." The breath went over Fairchild's teeth in a long, slow intake. He clenched his hands and held them trembling before him for a lengthy moment. Then he turned to his partner. "Give me an hour," he begged. "I 'll go then but it takes a little grit to " "Who's Fairchild here?" A messenger boy was making his way along the curb with a telegram.
They were not done up in paper like Biddy's she had not waited for that, but she had covered them loosely with a very clean, very diminutive pocket-handkerchief, and Bridget saw quite well what they were. 'Please, Biddy went on, slightly breathless it did not take much to put Biddy out of breath 'please can you tell us where Mr. Fairchild's is in this street?
Fairchild that is, he was listening for the moment with Mr. Fairchild's ears.
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