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Flitting hither and yon, hovering one moment at the water's edge and another at Junior's side, moving with a capricious will-o'-the-wisp motion that dominated the whole picture, flew Angela. Beautiful as the other children were, they sank to commonplaces in contrast with Angela. For Angela was a being of faery.
Their instructions were to find from which stable Miss Holladay had ordered a carriage on the morning of Thursday, April 3d. They were to report at the office every day, noon and evening, until the search was finished. They started away at once, and I turned to follow them, when my eye was caught by the expression of our junior's face. "Mr. Royce is ill, sir!" I cried. "Look at him!"
They were at the very gate now where the girls had no choice but to separate in preparation for the evening meal, but it was wonderful how quickly the food was disposed of and how soon they were back again in Jane's room for the conclusion of the ghost story. Jane and Judith could not but notice satisfaction glowing in the freshmen's manner when they were invited into the junior's room.
There is a reason in the greyhaired Junior's history, and yet a stronger reason in his name, why he should keep retired from his old employer; and as he lives with his sister and her husband, they participate in that retirement.
Peter Junior's mother and two elderly women his grandaunts were seated in the dignified parlor, taking afternoon tea, when the housemaid brought Hester her letter. "Is it from Peter, maybe?" asked the elder of the two aunts. "No, Aunt Ellen; I think it is from a friend." "It's strange now, that Peter's no written before this," said the younger, leaning forward eagerly. "Will ye read it, dear?
'T is to be feared I was not wholly candid in the reasons calling me from the regiment to Williamsburg, that I alleged to my superiors, for my business at the capital took few hours, and both going and returning I managed to stay many at 'White House. May your wooing speed as prosperously," he finished, extending an arm and pressing his junior's hand warmly.
The elder sister's affection had so passionately projected itself into her junior's fate that at such moments she seemed to be living two lives, her own and Evelina's; and her private longings shrank into silence at the sight of the other's hungry bliss.
He told them how the trail that such people had made with so much difficulty stretched far, far away into the desert along the very route, for the most part, that the railroad was taking, and answered their questions so interestingly that the boys were sorry when they reached home at last and they had to bid good-night to Peter Junior's fascinating cousin, Richard.
His hands were clenched and convulsive, but at last, with one long look into his captain's eyes while the latter was going on to say something about the necessity of his junior's accepting his admonition in proper spirit, Davies turned abruptly and sprang down the steps. Two soldiers stood there in the dusk, where they must have heard every word that was said.
She had followed the line of least resistance, lacked the dour courage to pull herself up in the beginning, and it led to this. She felt Billy Dale's blood wet on her soft hands. She walked into her own house panting like a hunted animal. And she had barely crossed the threshold when back in the rear Jack Junior's baby voice rose in a shrill scream of pain.
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