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Updated: June 29, 2025
The receiver was jammed closer to her ear. "Is that Mr. Van Landing's house? Is he home? He he isn't home!" The words came in a little wail. "Oh, he must be home! Are you sure sure? Where can I get him? Where is he? You don't know hasn't been at the office all day and hasn't telephoned? He's looking I mean I guess he's, trying to find somebody. Who is this talking?
Tell me" Carmencita leaned forward and, arms again crossed on Van Landing's knees, looked anxiously in his face "what does a man say when he's really and truly courting? I mean a nice man. When the Real one comes, the Right one what will he say? I'm just about there, and I don't know how to go on." "I wish I could tell you."
With a movement that was scientific in its dexterity the child slipped from Van Landing's arms and jumped from the railing to the porch, and without so much as a turn of the head ran down the steps and across the street.
With a gay little laugh in which was shrewd knowledge of the unthinkableness of certain indulgences, the child slipped one arm through her father's and another through Van Landing's, and with a happy skip led the way down the poorly lighted street.
Space-yacht Sylva reports breakout from overdrive and asks coordinates for landing. Purpose of visit, pleasure-travel." Bors swore, then smiled to himself. Gwenlyn had threatened to do something drastic! "Say landing's forbidden," he commanded an instant later. "Advise immediate departure." He pressed a button and said evenly: "One minute gone! In two minutes more we send our bombs and take off."
I'll show it to you if you want to see it." Without waiting for an answer Carmencita sprang to her feet, and with noiseless movement skipped across the room, and from the middle drawer of the chest between the windows took out a large flat box. "This is it." Again taking her seat on the stool at Van Landing's feet, she opened the box carefully.
Miriam once heard even Judy grumbling to herself in a mumbling undertone as she carried the lower landing's collective "wasche" upstairs to the back attic to await the quarterly waschfrau. The German side of the landing was uncritical. On free mornings the Germans had one preoccupation. It was generally betrayed by Emma in a loud excited whisper, aimed across the landing: "Gehen wir zu Kreipe?
I mustn't send any one to her, but I could tell her of anybody I wanted her to know about." Head uplifted, her eyes searched Van Landing's, and her words came in an awed whisper, "Was was she your sweetheart, Mr. Van?" "She was." Again Van Landing wiped his forehead. It didn't in the least matter that he was telling to this unknown child the most personal of matters.
Beckwith gives me all of hers, and so does Mrs. Rheinhimer when her children don't chew it up before she can save it. That's chapter fourteen. I don't like it much, it's so squshy, but I wrote it that way because I read in a newspaper once that slops sold better than anything else, and I'm writing this to sell, if I can." "Have you named it?" Van Landing's voice was as serious as Carmencita's.
I would like her to have Carmencita and her father are coming, and I want you to come, too. It would make things nicer for her. Will you come you and Mother McNeil?" Over the banisters the beautiful eyes looked down into Van Landing's. Out of them had gone guarding. In them was that which sent the blood in hot surge through his heart.
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