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Brown that Elise would be sure to fall in with any plans that good lady may have made for her, and he answered for Mrs. Huntington's acquiescence in any arrangements he saw fit to bring about for her daughter.
Then, seeing their impatience, he told them of Sunnysides' final escape, and of all the events that followed as much as was good for them to know. "But where's Pete?" asked Craven. "He went to Huntington's with Miss Gaylord. He'll be along soon." "Well, jest wait till we git our hands on that damned Indian!" cried Bill. "Eh, men?"
Morgan's library and in Mr. H. E. Huntington's, in each of which I saw such a profusion of unique and unappraisable autographs as I had not supposed existed in private hands. Rare books any one with money can have, for they are mostly in duplicate; but autographs and "association" books are unique, and America is the place for them.
Rhodes spoke to them, and they all three had to pretend that they thought nothing unusual had been going on. They received their mail next day, and were all busy reading letters, when Mrs. Rhodes gave an exclamation of surprise. "Oh, just hear this! Little Miss Huntington's old aunt is dead." There was an exclamation from every one.
"But I've heard of you already." "I don't know whether to thank you or not," answered Marion. "Oh, if you please! What I heard made me very solicitous about Huntington's health." He smiled knowingly at her, and Marion loosed some of her pent-up laughter. Truly, Smythe was going to be a treat! She studied him stealthily while he chattered on.
Then there was a rustling movement in the crowd, and every face, as if by a common impulse, or at a given signal, was turned toward Huntington. Marion was not sure of the feelings of the others, but there could be no mistake in what she read in Huntington's black countenance. She was not only frightened, but surprised and pained.
They took to riding together, walking together, and seeing a great deal of each other, the elder lady spending much of her time up at Miss Huntington's home, among the shrubbery and flowers of the old place. It was a mystification to Mrs. Nailor, who frankly confessed that she could only account for it on the ground that Mrs.
He had been a laborer in the employ of Miss Belle Huntington's father, and she had not felt that she was compromising herself or her parents by marrying him, and the wealthy pork-packer's daughter had run away with the man whom she loved. "What will you do to prevent it?" he asked, after a few moments of awkward silence.
The above extract is from the seventh letter of "Correspondence between Miss M. and Mr. H." in Huntington's Works; and exposes the Nunneries in France. George D. Emeline, who had been a Popish Priest, in his "Eight Letters," giving an account of his "Journey into Italy," thus details the nature of the intimacy which then existed between the Priests and Nuns on the European Continent.
To suppose that Captain Ratlin did not understand entirely the motives and conduct of his enemy and would-be rival, would be to give him less credit for discernment than he deserved. He understood the matter very well, and, indeed, bore with assumed patience, for Miss Huntington's sake, many impertinences that he would otherwise have instantly asserted.
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