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Marlowe is coming to look in upon us at our own home, and to meet us the very evening we arrive that's to be kept as dark as possible." "Yes, indeed," cried Polly, getting back into her own corner with a happy little wriggle, all unconscious of Grandpapa's conspiracy with Mother Fisher in regard to the home-coming.
"Yes," said Joel. "I suppose you didn't want to go, eh, Joel?" said the old gentleman carelessly, and playing with his paper knife. Joel's black eyes flew wide open, and he raised his head to stare into Grandpapa's face. "Oh, yes, I did, awfully." "Then why didn't you go?" asked Grandpapa, just as carelessly, and giving the paper knife an extra twirl or two.
Grandpapa succeeded at last in making out that on running out Maksi had tripped over his sword, that his tutor had wanted to take it away, that Maksi had thereupon drawn his weapon and made the aggressor's hand smart with it, and that finally he had fled for refuge to grandpapa's room as the only place where he was free from the persecutions of his instructors.
So, when Francois had read the letter which had been brought for Baruch, over the latter's shoulder, he whispered in his ear, "Ask grandpapa's advice." "Read this," said Baruch, taking the letter to old Hochon. "Read it to me yourself; I haven't my spectacles."
'He's not just done enough for you yet, gentlemen; I think you had better let him stand awhile, remarks our Cousin John, rather coolly. 'You cannot republicanize him, unless you change his head and heart; I can tell you that, my good fellows. "Uncle Jeff, at Grandpapa's bidding, took up the roll of paper, the text of which Mr. Pierce requested him to read.
Pepper, be so good as to call Mrs. Whitney." "Pepper! Pepper!" repeated Mr. Whitney, perplexedly. "She's coming I hear her up-stairs," cried Van Whitney. "Oh, let me tell her!" He struggled to get down from his father's arms as he said this. "No, I shall I heard her first!" cried Percy. "Oh, dear me! Grandpapa's going to!" Mr.
Francis, who was already acquainted with his Grandpapa's habits, never came to disturb him while he was in the summer-house, and whenever he saw his Grandpapa going out of the little gate he took good care not to follow him.
"No, indeed!" declared Polly again, shaking her brown head decidedly, "not for the world, Jasper." "What is going over in that corner?" called Grandpapa's voice, by the big reading table. He had finished his newspaper, and was now ready to talk. So Jasper and Polly explained, and that brought out the subject of Marken, and old Mr.
It was as if the grandpapa's special show of the character were but another side for the observer to study, another item for him to note.
"Perhaps grandpapa may be able to advise me." "Your grandfather! Gracious goodness, girl, you're never going to tell him?" "Yes, I shall. Grandpapa's had a lot of experience: he says so." "I should think he had!" whispered Mrs. Blunt with uplifted hands. "Good-by, Mrs. Blunt. You don't know how unhappy I am. Thanks, yes, a hansom, please. Mrs. Blunt, are you going to ask Mr. Merceron here again?"
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