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Lodloe as if he had been an old chum; he had renewed his acquaintance with Mrs. Cristie, and was very gallant to her; he was hand-in-glove with Mr. Tippengray, both of them laughing together and making jokes as if they had always known each other; and, more than that, it wasn't an hour after breakfast when he and Mrs.
"My dear, it's simply this: when Andrew Carstyle married her years ago Heaven knows why he did; he's one of the Albany Carstyles, you know, and she was a daughter of old Deacon Ash of South Millbrook well, when he married her he had a tidy little income, and I suppose the bride expected to set up an establishment in New York and be hand-in-glove with the whole Carstyle clan.
He laid his hat and stick upon a desk, and drawing a chair beside Shelby's near a window embrasure, leaned to him, chin in hand, as in the days of their hand-in-glove intimacy. "Between us two plain speech after all is best," he went on. "You've no mistaken notions about me. You recognize the newspaper bogy which goes by my name as a caricature.
Pardon the freedom which I take in saying so," says Mr. Wolfe, grimly. "Friend! he is no friend: he only teaches me to play tennis: he is hand-in-glove with my lord, and all the people of fashion here who play." "I am not a man of fashion," says Mr. Wolfe. "My dear Colonel, what is the matter? Have I angered you in any way?
They are great friends of Jews and itinerants, hand-in-glove with smugglers, Ladies Bountiful to pedlers, are diligent readers of puffs and advertisements, and eternal haunters of sales and auctions. Of this class was Miss Diana a most prominent individual: judge, then, how acceptable to her was the acquaintance of Mr. Brown.
As I told you before, I do not know where my ideal site is to be found. I had intended to talk the matter over with the factor at Fort Rae." "What! That devil of a Haldane? The man who is hand-in-glove with Brute MacNair!" "You forget," smiled the girl, "that until this day I never even heard of Brute MacNair." The man smiled. "Very true. I had forgotten.
Must have cost a small fortune. I wonder what the old man's game is." The other man shook his head, and laughed. "Of course he's up to some game. He wouldn't lay out all that money for nothing, millionaire as he is. He's always got something up his sleeve. Perhaps he's going to entertain some big swell he wants to get into his net, or some of the foreign princes he's hand-in-glove with.
He said it was much more than Bevoir offered." "He seems hand-in-glove with Bevoir now." "Perhaps, or else it may be that he was simply hired by Bevoir to come out and help establish a new post." "What can they do with winter so close at hand?" "Nothing much, son. They will have to work hard to provide themselves a shelter." "Bevoir didn't appear to be much worried."
It was seven o'clock before dad gave the job up and left the court house. He was going home to make his will, but on the way he met Father Conway, the priest He was a youngish man and a tremendous patriot, supposed to be hand-in-glove with the rebels. Dad explained to him that he had less than an hour to live and advised him to go home and bury any valuables he possessed before the shelling began.
This prince, who, his followers declared, could trace his descent from Brahma himself, unexpectedly, after he had been living in hand-in-glove friendship with his European neighbors, proclaimed a Holy War, massacred all foreigners within his reach, and for eighteen long months succeeded, by means of a species of guerrilla warfare, in keeping the invading armies at bay.
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