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I think that mad woman intended it for the curate, for whom she had conceived a dislike." "Let's go up and sit in the dining-room, and I can talk while you eat." At that moment Mrs. Kent's voice sounded at the top of the stairs. "Kathleen, dear, is everything all right?" "Yes, Mother," called Kathleen in the same silvery soprano that set Blair's heart dancing. "Your father wants Mr.
Kent's pledge rang out clearly, and Helen with a lighter heart turned to walk away when a telegraph boy appeared around the corner of the corridor and thrust a yellow envelope at Kent, who stood half inside his office watching Helen. "Sign here," the boy said, indicating the line on the receipt slip, and getting it back, departed. Motioning to Helen to wait, Kent tore open the telegram.
I wish to God it was all well over." Nothing is more gratifying to the prophet of evil than the fulfilment of his own prediction. When the fulfilment follows hard on the prophecy, when not more than half an hour separates them, the prophet ought to be a very happy man. This was Major Kent's case. He foretold trouble of the most exasperating kind for Dr.
These he laid on a table until he had placed his head close to Kent's hearty listening to what he called the bruit the rushing of blood through the aneurismal sac. "Seems to me that I can hear it myself now and then," said Kent. "Worse, isn't it?" Cardigan nodded. "Smoking may hurry it up a bit," he said. "Still, if you want to " Kent held out his hand for the pipe and tobacco. "It's worth it.
Surely the same reason worked both ways the man who had wrestled with him was as unaware of Kent's identity as Kent was of his they had fought in the dark and in silence. Kent laughed aloud. The situation had its amusing side; then, as recollection came of the scene in the bank that morning, his mirth changed to grim seriousness.
On July 22 a prominent surgeon attached to the field-hospital of the First Division stated to me that at least five thousand men in the Fifth Army-Corps were then ill with fever, and that there were more than one thousand sick in General Kent's division alone.
They became, after a time, more precious than his own life, and in a vague sort of way at first he began to thank God that the river had not robbed him of everything. Kent's inclination was not to fight himself into forgetfulness. He wanted to remember every act, every word, every treasured caress that chained him for all time to the love he had lost. Marette became more a part of him every day.
"Absolutely except that he had wronged me in a way that deserved death." "And you make this confession knowing that you are about to die?" The flicker of a smile passed over Kent's lips. He looked at O'Connor and for an instant saw in O'Connor's eyes a flash of their old comradeship. "Yes. Dr. Cardigan has told me. Otherwise I should have let the man in the guard-house hang.
Dr. O'Grady had never before seen her walk quickly. It was plain, too, that on this occasion Mrs. Ford was walking for the mere sake of walking, a most unnatural thing for her to do. The road she was on led nowhere except to Major Kent's house, several miles away, and it was quite impossible to suppose that she meant to call on him. She had, as Dr.
And at the end of things you walk off to make your fortune without committing yourself; without knowing, or apparently caring, what your stiff-necked poverty-pride may cost her in years of uncertainty. You deserve to lose her." Kent's smile was a fair measure of his unhopeful mood. "You can't well lose what you have never had. I'm not such an ass as to believe that she cared greatly."
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