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She spoke brightly, but there was in her tone, an undercurrent of feeling which touched Helen, and betrayed the fact that this return to the old theme was not wholly without a cause. Mrs. Greyson divined that Edith was not happy, and with the keenness of womanly instinct she divined also that there was not perfect harmony between Mrs. Fenton and her husband.
Her face has always been woman's fortune. If she's going to become a fighter, it will have to be her weapon." He had used almost the same words that Carleton had used. "I so want them to listen to me," she said. "After all, it's only like having a very loud voice." He looked at her and smiled. "Yes," he said, "it's a voice men will listen to." Mary Greyson was standing by the fire.
So direct was the request, so apparently natural to the old man's unguarded suffering, that it drove superficialities before it and merely confirmed Greyson in his determination to save Nella-Rose's reputation at any cost. Ignoring the unwarrantable curiosity, alert to the necessity of quick defense, he said: "I can't.
"It must have been the coffee; there was little potency in either of the other causes." "There is much," he returned resolutely, advancing a step nearer. "Mrs. Greyson, I have not wasted the night. I have thought out a great many things; the first and chief being in regard to yourself." His tone, the piercing glow of his eyes, warned Helen what was coming.
But, whatever came whatever there was to know he meant to go at once to headquarters. He would remain, too, until Peter Greyson was sober enough to state facts. He recalled clearly Jim's estimate of Greyson and his dual nature depending so largely upon the effect of the mountain whisky. It was late November when Truedale set forth. No one made any objection to his going now.
I've just finished the first one." "It ought to be the very thing," answered Miss Greyson. She was a thin, faded woman with a soft, plaintive voice. "It will enable him to judge your style. He's particular about that. Though I'm confident he'll like it," she hastened to add. "Address it to me, will you. I assist him as much as I can."
They pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities, our lives are the property of other men." "We tried to pretend it was only one of Jack's little jokes," explained Greyson as he folded up the cutting; "but it wouldn't work. It was too near the truth." "I don't see what you are going to do," commented Mary.
Greyson laughed, twirling the stand yet faster upon its pivot. "Would I do for Mother Eve, do you think?" "If the power to tempt a man be the test," he retorted with an odd brusqueness quite disproportionate to the apparent lightness of the occasion, the dark blood mantling his face, "there can be no doubt of it." A swift change came over her at his words. She left the vase and stand abruptly.
"We must not forget that she is quite a respectable lady, connected according to her own account with the higher political circles," Joan's editor would insist, with a laugh. Miss Greyson, working in the adjoining room, would raise her head and listen. She loved to hear him laugh.
"The store has changed hands, and the new storekeeper don't want me." "Do you want a job?" "What is it, Mr. Greyson?" Ben replied, answering one question with another. "I'm goin' to get in wood for the winter from my wood lot for about a week," said the farmer, "and I want help. Are you willin' to hire out for a week?" "What'll you pay me?" asked Ben. "I'll keep you, and give you a cord of wood.
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