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"I am certain Madam Lee would have seen to it that her granddaughter was provided for." "So it seems to me," rejoined Mr. Galbraith with evident relief. "I am glad that our code of ethics agrees thus far. Now the question is, Bob, how strong are you for the right? If honorable action meant sacrifice, would you be ready to meet it?" "I hope so," was the modest response. "I know so," Mr.
Then Ginevra asked him something which led to a good deal of talk about the true and false in poetry, and made Mrs. Sclater feel it was not for nothing she had befriended the lad from the hills in the strange garments. And she began to think whether her husband might not be brought to take a higher view of his calling. On Monday Fergus went to pay his visit to Mr. Galbraith.
" Here he looked again at the card he held, fumbled for and opened a double eyeglass, then with deliberation examined the name upon it, thus gaining time by rudeness, and gathering his force for more, while Gibbie remained as unembarrassed as if he had been standing to his tailor for his measure. "Mr. ah, I see! Galbraith, you say.
Galbraith declared earnestly, "and it is because I am so sure of it that I came to you to-day. Bob, it was to you that Madam Lee left her fortune. It was to be used for the furthering of your dearest wish because to quote her own words because I love the boy as if he were of my own blood." As he listened, Robert Morton's eyes grew cloudy, and emotion choked his utterance until he could not speak.
One brilliant Saturday morning, the second in the session, the ground hard with an early frost, the filmy ice making fairy caverns and grottos in the cart-ruts, and the air so condensed with cold that every breath, to those who ate and slept well, had the life of two, Mrs. Sclater rang the said bell. Mr. Galbraith peeping from the window, saw a lady's bonnet, and went.
"That is impossible," rejoined the laird. "I don't know that," insisted Fergus. "There is a foolish a half-silly companion of his about the town. They call him Sir Gibbie Galbraith." "Jenny knows no such person." "Indeed she does. I have seen them together." "Oh! you mean the lad the minister adopted! the urchin he took off the streets!
They didn't get the curtain down on the first one until five minutes after twelve for even an experienced director like Galbraith can make a mistake in timing and the mathematically demonstrated necessity for cutting, or speeding, a whole hour out of the piece, tamed even the wild-eyed Mr. Mills.
Galbraith was about to reply with anger; but he changed his mind and walked into the bar-room, followed by Pierre. In Jen's mind a scheme had been hurriedly and clearly formed; and with her, to form it was to put it into execution. She went to Sergeant Tom, opened his coat, felt in the inside pocket, and drew forth an official envelope. It was addressed to Inspector Jules at Archangel's Rise.
Sclater had called upon them the moment they were settled in the cottage; but Mr. Galbraith would see nobody. When the gate-bell rang, he always looked out, and if a visitor appeared, withdrew to his bedroom.
She felt as limp as if she had been boiled and put through the clothes-wringer. And when, as he dismissed the rehearsal Galbraith told her to wait a minute, she expected nothing less than ignominious reduction to the ranks. "That matter of putting your voice over, Dane," he said, to her amazement quite casually, "is just a question of thinking where you want it to go.
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