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Randolph Leffingwell gave the impression of conferring a favour when he borrowed money. I cannot understand why he married that penniless and empty-headed beauty." "Perhaps," said Mrs. Hayden, "it was because of his ability to borrow money that he felt he could afford to." The eyes of the two ladies unconsciously followed Honora about the room.
And when I just want Jake so I can hel-lp and Tango is getting so lazy I simply can't get anywhere with him in a month " Mary V did it. She actually was crying real tears, that slipped down her cheeks and made little dark spots on her blue kimono. Bill Hayden looked at Sudden with harassed eyes.
"Have a good time with your Hamburg grapes and your last new novel." She slipped her arms through the long white coat Hayden held for her and, followed by him, left the room. "Marcia, dear, sweet Marcia," he coaxed, as they whirled through the streets in her electric brougham. "I'm sure, almost dead sure, it's going to be a nice, well-baked, plum-y cake.
Although Captain Falk of course had no direct communication with him openly, I learned through Bill Hayden that indirectly he treated him with tolerant and friendly patronage. It even did not surprise me greatly to be told that sometimes he secretly visited the galley after dark and actually hobnobbed with black Frank in his own quarters.
It was upon that he had builded, and Vandervelde hated to see that plan brought to naught. Anne wouldn't really lose, of course, Hayden could give her as much as she might forego, but Vandervelde somehow didn't relish the idea. That girl Gracie, lingering on in the hospital ward, had brought the real Peter Champneys poignantly close to his trustee.
Her stiffened limb would have to undergo a marvelous change, but time would tell it seemed nothing was beyond reach of this extraordinary Power. Miss Greening was so sincere and earnest, she could not for a moment doubt the truth of her statements, besides Mr. Hayden himself confessed to having heard of the wonderful works, though he had never mentioned it before, strangely enough.
He walked over and lifted the receiver with the usual curt, "Hello!" "Is this Mr. Hayden's apartment?" asked a voice which made him start. It was low, full, deliciously musical and with an unmistakable Spanish accent. "Yes, and this is Mr. Hayden speaking," was Robert's response, with a lightning change of tone. A quick, excited thrill of interest ran over him.
"I never would have come to-day never, if I had fancied she would be present. She will be sure to launch out on Marcia Oldham before luncheon is over. She never misses an opportunity. She has a mania on the subject." Hayden glanced toward the door with curiosity. "Where is this pepper and vitriol old dame?" he asked, with elaborate carelessness. "She has not come yet.
As I've sat here thinking you've come to mean to me all the crowd that made a fool of me. You've come to mean to me all the crowd that said 'The public be damned' in my ear. I haven't ever forgot how you ordered me out of your office." "Well?" asked Hayden. "And now," Quimby went on, "I find you trespassing in a hotel left in my care the tables are turned. I ought to show you the door.
The Champneys money? That meant nothing weighed in the balance with his desire. He could give her as much, and more, than she would forego. Mrs. Berkeley Hayden would eclipse Mrs. Peter Champneys. Deliberately, then, but delicately, after his fashion, Hayden set himself to win Anne Champneys. He felt that his passion for her gave him the right. He meant to make her happy.
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