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A peal of thunder offered him reprieve, and after its reverberations had died away, he still hesitated. "This," he said presently, "is a the orphan an orphan one who has come to me from She says her name is Frances." "Fran," came the abrupt correction; "just Fran."
Soames and Fran knew directly, and some few security officers guessed, that Fran had caused the short. There was melted-down, cryptic metal below the place where the short appeared. Fran had undoubtedly placed it. How he escaped electrocution the security officers did not try to figure out.
"Lemme stay," Jakey pleaded, not budging an inch. Fran lifted her face above the tousled head to look at Abbott; she sucked in her cheeks and made a triumphant oval of her mouth. Then she seemed to forget the young man's presence. "But when mother died, real trouble began. It was always hard work, while she lived, but hard work isn't trouble, la, no, trouble's just an empty heart!
Abbott looked, and turned for one despairing glance at Bob; the latter was without sign of life. "What shall we do?" inquired Fran, as they halted ridiculously. "If we run for it, it'll make things worse." "Oh, Lord, yes!" groaned Bob; "don't make a bolt!" Abbott pretended not to understand. "Come on, Fran, I shall go home with you." His fighting blood was up.
I do even weep for joy; alas, I must leave it to thee, Love. Jul. To me, Sir? do you mock me? Fran. Mock thee! no; I know thy Virtue, and will no more be jealous, believe me, Chicken, I was an old Fool. Car. Your Wife is chaste she overcame my unruly Passion with her Prayers and Tears. Enter Isabella at one door; Clara, Antonio, Jacinta, at another; Isabella's Train carried up. Fran.
But I've slyly hinted...however, it's not the sort of story you could pour through the funnel of an ear-trumpet without getting wheat mixed with chaff. She'd misunderstand the neighbors would get it first anyway she wouldn't make a move because her daughter won't. It's you and I, Abbott, against Grace and Mr. Gregory." He murmured, looking away, "You take me for granted, Fran." "Yes."
The old lady's stories bristled with such subsidiary characters concerning whom it was sufficient to say that they were "there". Sometimes so many were "there" that the historian forgot her original intention and wandered aimlessly among irrelevant acquaintances. Usually Fran brought her back, with gentle hand, but to-day she divined subterfuge; the tale was meant to hide Mrs.
Gregory with exaggerated pleasure, in order to escape facing her husband, Abbott spoke to the other with an odd sense of meanness, as if he partook, by mere nearness, of the other's cowardice. "I wish to speak to you for a few minutes, Mr. Gregory." Gregory, like an animal brought to bay, said, "I suppose you've some excuse about playing cards with Fran."
For a second the water clung to it like fingers, then withdrew. "Fran, we must run," said Edith quietly, but her face had grown pale. Frances made no reply. Both ran as fast as they could across the stretch of level hard sand. Before they reached the first rock island, long fingers of foam again darted past at one side. Neither girl spoke.
But for the Lender to pay Use-money, is somewhat severe; but, see, he comes, bless me, how grim he looks! Enter Carlos, and Mutes attending. Car. Come hither, Slave, why, was it that I gave you Life? dismiss'd the Fetters from your aged Limbs? Fran. For love of my Wife, and't please your Barbarousness. Car. Gave you free leave to range the Palace round, excepting my Apartment only? Fran.
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