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Over and over again the not unmusical strains welled out from one of the private rooms, opening off the grill of the Homestead. At times Larch stopped at the entrance, smiling good-naturedly, but with rather a cynical look on his clean-chiseled but cruel face. More than once his eyes sought those of Harry King, and the latter nodded and smiled.

'That's something like friendship, he exclaimed, when he saw Lord Hartfield, and then he hooked his arm through his friend's, and led him off to the dining room. 'Come and have some supper, old fellow, he said, 'and I can tell you my troubles while you are eating it. James, bring us a grill, and a lobster, and a bottle of Mumms, number 27, you know. 'Yes, my lord.

Meet at twelve, motor for two hours, lunch at two, then a walk; back to town to dine, without changing, in some grill room. Sir Edwin had mapped it all out beforehand, sitting at his desk, with an anxious, unhappy expression, unrelieved by the evidences all around him of what he had achieved of the proud position that was his.

She thought of the men who had made merry there ... and then she thought of the women, generations of women, who had stood where she was standing, pressing their young faces against the grill, their bright eyes peering, peering down.

I was moved to follow him, but I knew it would never do. He would row me about the service of the Grill something of that sort. I dare say he had fancied her ladyship as keenly as one of his volatile nature might. But I knew him! Back on our street the festival atmosphere still lingered. Groups of recent guests paused to discuss the astounding event.

Two nights later we all should be on board and under way. Do you know, we have been very clever. Not a suspicion anywhere of what we are about." "Do you recollect M. Ferraud?" inquired Breitmann. "That little fool of a butterfly-hunter?" the duke asked. M. Ferraud smiled and gazed laughingly up at the grill. "He is no fool," abruptly.

When he gets in line with an oh boy! smile from behind a window grill he smiles back and comes around for an encore. That's the careless kind of a Yank he is. What makes it worse, though, is the fact that this special window happens to be in the Governor's Palace. And the lady herself! The Honorable Pedro shudders as he relates it.

I had to get little Magnesia Waterman, daughter of the coons that work in the U.S. Grill, to do the main singing. She seemed to be about the only American child soprano we had. She sings right well for a kid, mostly these sad songs about heaven; but we picked out a good live one for her that seemed to be neutral.

The wisest plan is to cook and eat your fish in the ordinary mode fry, broil, bake, boil, or grill; and call a perch, a perch, not a thoracic; a pike, a pike, &c., and pay little attention either to cooks or naturalists.

Pressing her face against the grill, Arlee found she was looking down into a long and spacious hall, lined with delicate columns bearing beautiful, pointed arches, and brilliant with old gilding and inlay.