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And there's no God there that a man can understand for him to be lifted up to. Hapgood, a man wouldn't care what he had to give up if he knew he was making for something inestimably precious. But he doesn't know. Light, light that's what he wants; and the longer it's withheld the lower he'll sink. Light! Light!" That's not me. That's Sabre.
Dott's butler when she resided 'ere, sir, and she was good enough to make me 'er caretaker when she went away, sir." Captain Dan, rather overawed by Mr. Hapgood's magnificent manner, observed that he wanted to know, adding that he had heard about the caretaking from the lawyers "up to Boston." After an appraising glance at the speaker, Mr. Hapgood addressed his next remark to Serena.
Hapgood reappeared, ushering in the new arrivals. The Honorable Oscar was plump and florid and good-natured. He wore a business suit and his shoes were not patent leathers. Mrs. Fenholtz was likewise plump. Her gown, in comparison with Annette's, or even Serena's, was extremely plain and old-fashioned. She hastened over to where Serena was standing and extended her hand. "How do you do, Mrs.
Hapgood, who had made up her mind to go to her sister for a few weeks, to help her through the sad changes which must inevitably follow. Late in the day, Mrs. Adams and Polly came in, for Molly had told them of the letter. Mrs. Adams took both the girls into her motherly arms, and her few whispered words were very tender, while Polly threw her arms around Katharine, as she said,
Hapgood went on: "I'm telling you, old man, that after the coroner had done with him, and after this Humpo, with his viprous forefinger, and his retriever tongue, and his perspiration streaming down his face, and Twyning tugging him down by the coat and putting him on the trail afresh after the coroner, and after this Humpo like that, had been on to him for a bit, Sabre absolutely couldn't speak.
As he stopped in the street beyond, out of breath, calling merrily, between his gasps, that they weren't playing fair to run so far and leave him all alone, he noticed his friend, Hapgood, just turning in at the door of his now neat cottage, further down the block. He stopped yelling to give the man a critical stare. "Off his base a bit, hey?" he muttered.
And you didn't get either letters or telegram because that Hapgood butler Oh, if I had only known this when I chased him out of the back yard! He'd have gone over the fence instead of through the gate he was helpin' our dear cousin and gettin' paid for it, and HE stole 'em. There! that's the truth and.... My soul! I believe I've scared the girl to death." He sprang forward.
"This is Alan Hapgood," replied Polly, introducing her friends; "and this is Jessie Shepard." "You don't say so! Henry and Kate Shepard's daughter, from out in Omaha?" "Yes." Miss Bean completed Jessie's embarrassment by critically scrutinizing her from head to foot, then asking suddenly, "Do they dress much out in. Omaha?"
She was glad I should go glad for me, I mean. Poor kid, poor kid. Top of her own misery, Hapgood, she's miserable to death at what she says she's let me in for. She's always crying about it. Crying. She's torn between knowing my house is the only place where she can have her baby, between that and seeing what her coming into the place has caused.
Black found it much more difficult to patronize than she expected, and Serena was correspondingly happy. But the crowning triumph came later. The doorbell rang, and Hapgood entered the drawing-room bearing a tray upon which were several cards. He bent and whispered respectfully. Mrs. Dott was evidently surprised and startled. "Who?" she asked. Hapgood whispered again. Serena rose.
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