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"I was very much frightened," she said; "I think my side was hurt a little that was why I fainted." She made no other answer to their wondering questions, and they drove rapidly back to Mrs. Harrington's house. The stranger stood upon the porch of the hotel, looking after the carriage so long as it was in sight, with a strange, inexplicable expression upon his handsome face.
Gayton was at a loss how to answer him. To tell the story of Harrington's end would perhaps be right; only, Dunning was in a nervous state, the story was a grim one, and he could not help asking himself whether there were not a connecting link between these two cases, in the person of Karswell.
"Why, as it produced so decided an effect in one quarter, I concluded to make another experiment, and went into Mrs. Harrington's boudoir with the flowers in my hand. She saw them started and blushed to the temples hesitated an instant, and then held out her hand; it trembled like a leaf, and I could see her eyes fill with moisture not tears exactly, but a sort of tender dew.
In another instant there was a shock which threw them all off their seats; and when Elizabeth could realize anything, or recover from the deafening effect of Mrs. Harrington's cries, she knew that the horses had been stopped the peril was over.
Harrington's horse when, after dark, that gentleman drove over from Olney with his wife and sister to call on Mrs. Richard. It would almost seem that Ethelyn held a reception that evening, for more than the Harringtons knocked at the front door, and were admitted by the smiling Eunice.
Ben had flung down his coat. They laid her upon it. James Harrington knelt upon the turf, and lifted her head to his knee. The face was pale as death; purple shadows lay about the mouth, and under the eyes; her flesh was cold as marble. Again the deathly cold came creeping to Harrington's heart. He shuddered from head to foot, "She is dead she is dead!" broke from his chilled lips. "Oh, Mr.
If it had not been for her education at the Brighton school they had taught her that tears are not only idle, but also harmful to the complexion she would have felt inclined to weep. There was something wrong about the world this evening, and she did not know what it was. Little things irritated her such as the creak of Mrs. Harrington's rich silk dress as that lady breathed.
He was a member of Harrington's Club till its dissolution, and of the Royal Society before it had received the name. Boyle's HYDROSTATICS was "of infinite delight" to him, walking in Barnes Elms. We find him comparing Bible concordances, a captious judge of sermons, deep in Descartes and Aristotle.
Harrington's discussing him with us, Alton." ... Then all her obedience to Grandfather did not keep her from putting her arms around Joy and beginning to cry. "Oh, my dear, my dearest," she said. "Why didn't you confide in me about it? You know I would have been so interested!" Joy had a little lump in her throat, and she almost cried out, "I'm not, Grandmother!"
Down the road Keith had reached the turn and was climbing the hill that led to old Mr. Harrington's shabby cottage. The boy's eyes were fixed straight ahead. A squirrel whisked his tail alluringly from the bushes at the left, and a robin twittered from a tree branch on the right.
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