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They returned to the shady solitude under the trees. Away, in front of the house, the distant grating of carriage wheels told of the arrival of Miss Ladd's guests, and of the speedy beginning of the ceremonies of the day. "We must help each other," Alban resumed. "When we first spoke of Mrs. Rook, you mentioned Miss Cecilia Wyvil as a person who knew something about her.
"He tells me he has been introduced to a young lady, who was formerly one of Miss Ladd's pupils, and who is the daughter of Mr. Wyvil, of Monksmoor Park. He has called on Mr. Wyvil; and he has since received an invitation to stay at Mr. Wyvil's house. The day fixed for the visit is Monday, the fifth of next month."
There were no feeble stomachs in that bedroom. With what inexhaustible energy Miss Ladd's young ladies ate and drank! How merrily they enjoyed the delightful privilege of talking nonsense! And alas! alas! how vainly they tried, in after life, to renew the once unalloyed enjoyment of tarts and lemonade!
An Entertainment was added, comprising those merciless tests of human endurance called Recitations; light refreshments and musical performances being distributed at intervals, to encourage the exhausted audience. The local newspaper sent a reporter to describe the proceedings, and some of Miss Ladd's young ladies enjoyed the intoxicating luxury of seeing their names in print.
I like to have them kept forever in little girls' bureau drawers, all wrapped in pink tissue paper; but explain the matter and perhaps I'll change my mind. What is it you want?" "I need a wedding ring dreadfully," said Rebecca, "but it's a sacred secret." Adam Ladd's eyes flashed with surprise and he smiled to himself with pleasure.
He was groping among past experiences, calling back from his years of life on range and desert that which might be valuable for the present issue. It was impossible to read the gravity of Ladd's face, for he still looked like a dead man, but the slow shake of his head told Gale much.
You might see something unpleasant." "But my son! What are you going to do?" "I'm going to beat a dog." Mr. Gale looked helplessly from this strangely calm and cold son to the restless Belding. Then Dick strode off the porch. "Hold on!" Ladd's voice would have stopped almost any man. "Dick, you wasn't agoin' without me?" "Yes, I was. But I'm thoughtless just now, Laddy." "Shore you was.
You can trust to my discretion; leave the rest to your aunt's old servant and to me." Mrs. Ellmother arrived, punctual to the appointed time. She was shown into Miss Ladd's own room. Francine ostentatiously resolved to take no personal part in the affair went for a walk. Emily waited to hear the result.
"He shore was sleepin' when I looked in an hour ago," said a voice that Dick recognized as Ladd's. "Let him sleep," came the reply in deep, good-natured tones. "Mrs. B. says the girl's never moved. Must have been a tough ride for them both. Forty miles through cactus!" "Young Gale hoofed darn near half the way," replied Ladd. "We tried to make him ride one of our hosses.
Let us again consider the action of raising the hand, and see how the psychological analysis applies in this movement. We note in the first place that we are concerned only with the third, fourth, and fifth particulars of Prof. Ladd's analysis. These are: The idea of the movement. The fiat of will which directs that this movement be performed.
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