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"Anyhow, don't borrow trouble," said I. "If Esme's married the more reason for us to follow her example. After Khartum, when Miss Gilder " "Who's taking my name in vain?" inquired the owner of it, at the sanctuary door. "Oh, then you have come, Monny!" Brigit exclaimed. "I I'd given you up." "I haven't come for the reason you thought," returned the girl promptly.
He's a man's man. He thinks he doesn't like women." "Doesn't like women!" echoed Monny Gilder. "He must be a curmudgeon. Or has he been jilted?" "Rather not!" Too impulsively I defended the absent. "Girls go mad about him. He has to keep them off with a stick. He's got other things to think of than girls, things he believes are more important though, of course, he's mistaken.
Gilder made a gesture of irritation, as he sank into the chair at his desk. "I can't see any one to-night, Thomas," he exclaimed, sharply. "But he said it was most important, sir," the servant went on. He held out the tray insistently. The master took the card grudgingly. As his eyes caught the name, his expression changed slightly. "Very well," he said, "show him up."
Mary Turner herself, too, was in a condition utterly wretched, and for the same cause Dick Gilder. That source of the father's suffering was hers as well. She had won her ambition of years, revenge on the man who had sent her to prison. And now the joy of it was a torture, for the puppet of her plans, the son, had suddenly become the chief thing in her life.
The frames of the pictures, nearly a hundred in number, were magnificent specimens, regilded cunningly by Servais, the one gilder in Paris whom Elie Magus thought sufficiently painstaking; the old Jew himself had taught him to use the English leaf, which is infinitely superior to that produced by French gold-beaters.
Only before the poor woman swooned, she did hack her father loose, so that he went crashing through that window into eternity." There was a long stillness slowly broken by the metallic noises of Gilder unlocking the handcuffs of Patrick Royce, to whom he said: "I think I should have told the truth, sir. You and the young lady are worth more than Armstrong's obituary notices."
He would have liked to examine more closely into its condition, but his companion so occupied his attention by describing the manner in which he proposed to remove the wheat, and so hurried him into the waiting skiff, that he had no opportunity to do so. The "river-traders'" camp was not visible from the raft, nor did Mr. Gilder, who handled the oars, head the skiff in its direction.
In his third year at college, the duns began to gather awfully round about him, and there was a levee at his oak which scandalised the tutors, and would have scared many a stouter heart. And it is reported of him that little Mary Frodsham, the daughter of a certain poor gilder and frame-maker, whom Mr.
I've taken off my beard since then. Can I have a new one?" He put the question with an eagerness that seemed all sincere. Burke answered with a fine feeling of generosity. "Sure, you can, Joe! I'll send you up to the Gallery right now." "Immense!" Garson cried, boisterously. He moved toward Dick Gilder, walking with a faint suggestion of swagger to cover the nervous tremor that had seized him.
Gilder faced his son sternly for a moment, and then presently spoke again with deeper earnestness. "There's only one course open to you, my boy. You must give this girl up." The son met his father's gaze with a level look in which there was no weakness. "I've told you, Dad " he began. "You must, I tell you," the father insisted. Then he went on quickly, with a tone of utmost positiveness.
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