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James Granger reports to a reverend correspondent that "the principal subject of conversation in these parts is the tragical affair transacted at Henley.... It is supposed, as there is no direct and absolute proof that she was guilty, and her friends are rich and have great interest, that she will escape punishment." To Mrs.
Though the bottomless pit were to gape and swallow me, he shall not have her! The contemptible buzzard, Sir Arthur, is now completely veered about. But in vain! It shall not be! By hell it shall not! This fellow, this Henley must some how or other be disposed of.
"You think so, indeed," answered the old man with a strange look in his eyes; "and yet, if you will look above you and about you, you will see for the first time the way in which this old house looks to the great majority of mankind indeed, to such a vast majority, Mr. Henley that your individual testimony to the contrary would be regarded as the ravings of a madman. Look!" Paul lifted his eyes.
I reckon almost any girl would want to believe even a fellow like him, if she'd been a wall-flower all her life, and somehow didn't think she ought to be." "But did you accept did you? That's the main thing," Henley asked, and his eyes were fixed on her mobile face where the pink shadows chased one another beneath her long, drooping lashes. "No, not positive," she said.
Presently she withdrew her eyes from their fixed stare at the flames, and, looking at Paul, said: "You must be hungry." There was something so incongruous with his surroundings and recent train of thought in the girl's sudden remark that Henley could not help laughing.
"Yes, yes, you wrote about that," the barkeeper answered, his eyes sullenly averted. "I thought she'd do something of the sort." "And she has done it right, Dick; they are as rosy as two babies. Henley makes plenty of money in one way and another, and he foots all her bills, or did till till well, I haven't told you all the news yet. Dick, neither one of us likes Henley.
The day was fine, being one of those rare June days which had the moderate temperature of spring. As they came within sight of Dixie Hart's cottage, Henley noticed a sleek pair of horses and a stylish trap held by a negro boy at the gate, and knew that the girl's suitor had arrived.
Besides, I want you to help me when baby grows older. 'Is that the laudable result of that great book on education I saw you reading the other day? said Charles. 'Why don't you borrow a few hints from Mrs. Henley? Amy's clear, playful laugh was just what it used to be. 'It is all settled, then, that you go on with us!
Not particularly interested in sentimental aspirations, the landlady asked to see Mr. Mountjoy's letter. The messenger who delivered it was to wait for an answer. It was addressed to: "Miss Henley, care of Clarence Vimpany, Esquire, Honeybuzzard." Urged by an excited imagination, the daughter longed to see Miss Henley. The mother was at a loss to understand why Mr.
Henley; but when he remembered how often her brother was at Hollywell, he perceived that there might be a train for carrying the report back again to her, and recognized the absolute necessity of silence. He said nothing at the time, but a bright scheme came into his head, resulting in the request for a thousand pounds, which caused so much astonishment.
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