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Howard, who boasted of his friend's invulnerability; and when she had conquered, and gratified her vanity Ah, well, it would be easy to step aside and bring the curtain down upon her triumph and Stafford's discomfiture. She would wear that Mr. Howard's ring, and every time she looked at it, it should remind her of her conquest. Stafford rowed on in silence for some minutes.
That soft, reproachful glance touched him, his distrust melted under the new charm, and he answered with real feeling in voice and face, "I treat you as an equal because you are one; and when I offered help, it is not to my sister's governess alone, but to Lady Howard's daughter." "Who told you that?" she demanded, sitting erect. "My uncle. Do not reproach him.
"Can you ride, Steve? Do you reckon you could make out the five miles?" Dick asked. Arlie answered for him. She had felt the inert weight of his heavy body and knew that he was beyond helping himself. "No. Is there no house near? There's Alec Howard's cabin." "He's at the round-up, but I guess we had better take Steve there if we could make out to get him that far." The girl took command quietly.
It was fortunate for Henry Lincoln that Billy Bender's arms were both in use, otherwise he might have measured his length upon the side walk, which exercise he would hardly have relished in the presence of Ida. As it was, Billy frowned angrily upon him, and in a fierce whisper bade him beware how he used Miss Howard's name.
After counting his losses in the mountains about the Grisdol clearing, the warriors killed in Abb's Valley, and now his losses here at Howard's Creek, the score was distinctly against him. No matter how mighty and famous a chief may be, he will surely and quickly lose his following if disaster dogs his war-paths. So I could understand Black Hoof's mental attitude.
He knew that Courtot was 'looking for him'; that Courtot had gone straight to the ranch-house and had sat down with his gun in front of him, waiting for Howard's step on the porch; that when the first opportunity arose Jim Courtot would start shooting. It was not to his liking that Courtot should have things all his way.
The wind was on shore, but all through the night Howard's and Drake's ships beat out from the Sound until they took their places behind the Spanish fleet, whose position they could perfectly make out by the light of the half-moon that rose at two in the morning. On board the English fleet all was confidence and hilarity. The sufferings of the last three months were forgotten.
The golden head and the head of brown lifted simultaneously from the paper; stared towards Bill, pacing, smoking. Tremendous possibilities flickered in George's mind; made his voice husky. "Bill," he asked, "do you believe that cat is this Abishag Vivian Howard's Abishag?" Bill nodded absently. This man's thoughts were afar revolving this situation he had named "licker."
He was on horseback, and his mother arrived a little later in the carriage, having called at Roselands on the way, and picked up Adelaide. Lora did not come, as she had accepted an invitation to spend the holidays at Mr. Howard's, where a little girl about her own age, a cousin of Carry's, from the North, was spending the winter. Mr.
That she was in trouble was evident, and in return to Howard's greeting, he said, "This is a corker of a storm, and no mistake, and I do believe I am wet through, but, " and he spoke a little lower, "there's a girl here near us, alone, too, I do believe." "Yes, I know," Howard replied. "The station master will see to her. Come on to the carriage. The horses are plunging like mad.
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