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Updated: June 11, 2025
If she were going home soon, Patty wanted to know it; and one day she laughingly said so. "I suppose," said Mrs. Farrington, looking at her quizzically, "it's not unnatural that you should want to know when you're going to see your native land again; but truly, Patty, I cannot tell you. I'll promise you this, though: to-morrow you'll know more about it than you do to-day."
I know of but one place so delightful in summer, and that is the castle of Count Polinski, in the Ural Mountains." "I hear that Baden-Baden and Cannes are almost deserted this season," said Farrington. "Year by year the old resorts fall in disrepute. Perhaps many others, like ourselves, are seeking out the quiet nooks that are overlooked by the majority."
I've looked everywhere," and the clerk's eyes flashed danger as he turned them upon his master. "Well, look again. Don't stand thar starin' like an ijut!" The young man did as he was commanded. He searched and rummaged, but all in vain. "Oh, come out of that, an' let me thar," and Farrington shoved his way past the clerk, and fumbled excitedly in the box. "Ah-yes-no-fifty-sixty-Well, I declare!
She had previously resided at Chawton for some eight years, but her house in the village is now a Workmen's Club. At the same time, Chawton is a pretty little spot, watered by land springs, known locally as "lavants"; while some few miles away is Farrington, where Gilbert White, of "Selborne" fame, was curate.
"Do you want to know what is the matter?" asked Mrs. Farrington, as she took the handkerchief from Patty's hand. "Well, go and look behind those curtains, and see what's in the alcove." "I suppose," said Patty, as she deliberately walked the length of the long drawing-room, "you've been buying the Venus of Milo, and it's just been sent home, and you've set it up here behind these curtains.
He sat huddled upon the seat where he had dropped, helpless and full of despair. "Come, Mr. Farrington" it was the chairman's voice "we must get through with this business, and we are determined to get through with it to-night. Will you go quietly and open that safe, or must we carry you there?"
But, if you'll do it, 'twill be jist the same," and he handed over the paper. Mrs. Burchill put on her glasses, and slowly and carefully read the words written there. Farrington watched her closely and noted the colour mounting to her faded cheeks, and the look of reproach in her eyes as she at length turned them upon his face. "And you expect me to put my name to this?" she demanded.
Farrington, except that my name is Mamie Siviter instead of Madame Beaumont, and I thank you for your attentions. This dollar will pay the instalment due on the dress to-morrow. I guess I'll go up to my room now." Harold Farrington listened to the recital of the Lotus's loveliest guest with an impassive countenance. When she had concluded he drew a small book like a checkbook from his coat pocket.
I may be there, however, if I can get through in time. But I must be off now; Tony's waiting for me." At these last words Farrington started, and an expression of concern swept over his face. He leaned anxiously forward and looked intently at Stephen. "Did ye say that Tony Stickles is out thar?" "Yes. He has just arrived." "Why, w what's he back so soon fer?" "Special business, so he tells me.
The cabs in Paris are of the low, open pattern, like a victoria, and they looked very strange and informal to Patty, who had never seen any but closed cabs or hansoms. Mr. and Mrs. Farrington rode in the first cab, which was followed by another, containing Patty and Elise, with Lisette, who sat on the small, folding front seat.
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