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Hilda, Hilda, had you given me a right to watch over you, this evil had not come!" "Be not downcast, signorino mio," said the Roman matron, in response to the deep sigh which struggled out of Kenyon's breast. "The dear little maiden, as we see, has decked yonder blessed shrine as devoutly as I myself, or any Other good Catholic woman, could have done.
An expression of amazement upon Kenyon's face convinced the newspaper woman, more than all his protestations would have done, that he knew nothing whatever of the escapade. 'And who kept you from coming out? asked Fleming. 'It is none of your business, she replied tartly.
The young men obtained an option on this mine for three months from Von Brent. Kenyon's educated eye had told him that the white mineral they were placing on the dump at the mouth of the mine was even more valuable than the mica for which they were mining.
'I mean to say nothing of the kind; but I don't propose to play into their hands by suing them at least, I should not if it were my case instead of Kenyon's. 'What would you do? 'I would let them sue me if they wanted to. Of course, their canvasser called to see you, didn't he, Kenyon? 'Yes, he did. 'He told you that he had a certain amount of space to sell for a certain sum in cash? 'Yes.
"Thank Heaven for having brought me hither!" said Hilda fervently. Kenyon's mind was deeply disturbed by his idea of her Catholic propensities; and now what he deemed her disproportionate and misapplied veneration for the sublime edifice stung him into irreverence. "The best thing I know of St. Peter's," observed he, "is its equable temperature.
Are you a partner of Wentworth's and Kenyon's? Are you the chief owner of the mine, or is the mine owned by them? 'In the first place, Mr. Melville, I should like to know why you ask me these questions? Melville laughed. 'Well, I will tell you. We should like to know what chance there is of our getting a controlling interest in the mine. That is very frankly put, isn't it? 'Yes, it is.
In this broad dialect broad as the sympathies of nature the human brother might have spoken to his inarticulate brotherhood that prowl the woods, or soar upon the wing, and have been intelligible to such extent as to win their confidence. The sound had its pathos too. At some of its simple cadences, the tears came quietly into Kenyon's eyes.
I may say, however, that you miss a lot of fun in this world. 'I suppose I miss a few headaches also. 'Oh, not necessarily. I have one great recipe for not having a headache. You see, this is the philosophy of headaches. And then, much to John's chagrin, he linked arms with him and changed his step to suit Kenyon's, talking all the time as if they were the most intimate friends in the world.
In Kenyon's opinion, never was any other nook so lovely as a certain little dell which he and Donatello visited. It was hollowed in among the hills, and open to a glimpse of the broad, fertile valley. A fountain had its birth here, and fell into a marble basin, which was all covered with moss and shaggy with water-weeds.
'You are perfectly certain that he has every right to sell the mine? 'Yes; Mr. Kenyon's lawyer saw to that while he was in Ottawa. 'And you are sure, also, that your option is a thoroughly legal instrument? 'We are sure of that. 'Has it been examined by a London solicitor? 'It has been submitted to a Canadian lawyer.
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