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Somebody told me; 'Young Hilliard's car ran into a milk cart; turned turtle. He's hurt. Well, of course, I knew it'd be a good story all that about Hilliard and his millions and his coming from the West to get his inheritance it had just come out a couple of months before...." "His millions?" repeated Sheila.
It can be explained it can be explained " Hilliard doubled and relaxed a mighty fist. "No; not under this roof," he said quietly. "Go!" Hilliard's housemaid were bound in friendship by a common appetite for gossip and for tea.
I was watching Nebo a-fishing beyond the point, and as he waded ashore the burden on his shoulders had a much keener interest for me than that AEneas carried out of Troy. My Uncle Grafton came to Dr. Hilliard's funeral, choosing this opportunity to become reconciled to my grandfather, who he feared had not much longer to live. Albeit Mr. Carvel was as stout and hale as ever.
"Henry!" "Yes, dear." "Did you lock the side-door?" No answer. "Henry! Did you?" "Did I what?" "Did you lock the side-door?" "In a minute now." "Yes, but did you?" "M-hm. I guess so." "'Guess so! Did you lock that side-door? They got in at Hilliard's night before last and stole a bag of clothes-pins." "Oh, put down that book, and go and lock the side-door.
For he saw the man, as his gaze fell on himself and Merriman, give a sudden start, and then flash a quick, questioning glance at Mr. Coburn. The action was momentary, but it was enough to bring back with a rush all Hilliard's suspicions. Surely, he thought, there must be something if the sight of a stranger upsets all these people in this way. But he had not time to ponder the problem.
Hilliard's chauffeur; but Nick understood. "I've been learnin' to drive, the last few days," he said. "And I've seen you, now and then, runnin' about in that little car. It's an old acquaintance of mine. Sealman tried to sell it to me last winter. I was sort of sorry to see he'd got hold of you." Nick was out in the road now, standing beside her, and the big yellow car was purring an invitation.
"Next time I wish to talk at my ease, it's not bringing you out with me I'll be, Pixie O'Shaughnessy!" she cried between her gasps; and Hilliard's merry "Ho! ho! ho!" rang out in echo. "She is indeed a most painfully honest accompanist. I am thankful that I have no small brothers to give me away in return.
Little Poland was virtually a fief of Joe Hilliard's. Men, women, and elves looked up to him as to a benevolent feudal lord, and the naturalized males voted Joe Hilliard's party ticket with mechanical precision. The politician approached the quarries with an interested eye.
That man had assays made on his own account, and came to Mr. Hilliard with the result. The very next boat brought him and Hilliard's expert to Katmai. They came over with the mail-carrier. We had opened up the ore body somewhat in the mean time, and it didn't take those men long to see what we had. They were back at my place in no time with a proposition.
These, as well as the end of the ship's navigating bridge and the gangway, were illuminated by, he imagined, a lamp on the side of one of the deckhouses. But everything was very still, and the place seemed deserted. Hilliard's intention had been to land on the wharf and, crouching behind the props, await events.
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