Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 18, 2025
A very slender and very pale girl. She was leaning on Mr. Ingram's arm; she was beautiful. There was an expression on her face which melted hearts, and made eyes brim over with tears. A bride was coming up the church not Beatrice Meadowsweet not the girl who was beloved by all the town. Close behind the bride followed the principal bride's-maid. She was in a plain dress of white.
Yet, though his mind was thus occupied, Morgan cared little about Ingram's private designs. It satisfied him to feel that Ingram was his unconscious tool, and that he was at length drifting in the right direction. On rattled the vehicle through empty, dark streets, where the very street lamps looked lonely and subtly fostered his mood.
In the mean time, if she would have it so, she should have it so. So that was an end of this question of Mr. Ingram's interference for the present. But very soon in a couple of days, indeed Lavender perceived the change that had been wrought in the house in Holland Park to which he had been accustomed to resort. "Cecilia," Mrs. Kavanagh had said on Ingram's leaving, "you must not be rude to Mr.
Harris's ability to manage kept pace with the rapid growth of the new enterprise, while Ingram's knowledge and inventive talents proved that as superintendent of the steel plant he was the right man in the right place. At first Harris found great difficulty in convincing railway managers that the steel rail would render enough more service to compensate for the additional cost.
The trenchant lady had had her sailing orders, and was going to follow them. Mr. Tompsett-King had told her that Sanchia must be led, not driven, into Ingram's arms. "Assume the best of her, my dear friend," he had said, "if you wish to get the best out of her. Take right intentions for granted. It is very seldom that a woman can resist that kind of flattery.
The two figures in front of them walked steadily on, an occasional roar of laughter from the deep chest of Mackenzie startling the night air, and telling of Ingram's being in a communicative mood. At last Lavender said, "It seems to me so great a pity that you should live in this remote place, and have so little amusement, and see so few people of tastes and education like your own.
Mr. Ingram had said nothing about his seeing Lois again, had not referred to Mrs. Ingram's invitation to repeat his visit, might even vaguely object to an immediate interview between him and Lois. Yet he could not, as a man of the world, abandon Lois so unceremoniously. He owed something to Lois and he owed something to himself. And he was a free adult.
Lavender could hear her laughing in a low pleased fashion, and then presently her head would be turned up toward her companion, and all the light of some humorous anecdote would appear in her face and in her eloquent eyes, and it would be Ingram's turn to break out into one of those short abrupt laughs that had something sardonic in them. But hark!
"De good Englishman will gib de poor Arab one little backsheish," said an Arab, putting out his hand and shaking Mr. Ingram's shoulder. "Yes, yes, yes; him gib backsheish," said another. "Him berry good man," said a third, putting up his filthy hand, and touching Mr. Ingram's face. "And young lady berry good, too; she give backsheish to poor Arab."
The rider was unhurt, but the horse's right foreleg was broken. "Damn you, Elhannon, why don't you and your wife sleep out in the middle of the road, too. You will certainly pay for that horse and my wetting. I am too old to fight you, but I will law you in Squire Ingram's court." "All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar." "And if I lose thar, I'll take it to the Circuit Court."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking