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Landry, however, had refrained from selling more than ten "contracts" to Paterson. He had a feeling that another advance would come later on. Rapidly he made his plans.
I am the daughter of Paul Landry." "You!" "Yes. The daughter of Paul Landry, whose fortune had no other origin than the large sum of which he despoiled you." Henri made a gesture of denial. "Pardon me!" Zibeline continued. "He was doubly your debtor, since this sum had been increased tenfold when you rescued him from the Mexicans who were about to shoot him.
"We needn't begin now, Frank," she exclaimed, almost with annoyance. "Am I in your service?" he asked. "From to-day," she answered, "and I will give you a note to Captain Landry." "Then you will be Miss Fenacre to me from now on," he said. "You must say good-bye to Florence first," she said, smiling. "You may kiss my hand," she said, as she gave it to him.
Jadwin, broad-shouldered, a fresh cigar in his teeth, each rein in a double turn about his large, hard hands; Laura, slim, erect, pale, her black, thick hair throwing a tragic shadow low upon her forehead. "A fine-looking couple," commented Mr. Cressler as they disappeared. The hoof beats died away, the team vanished. Landry Court, who stood behind the others, watching, turned to Mrs. Cressler.
But this criminal he is one of those who have hunted and destroyed, who have cried 'Down with them; down with the Huguenots pursue and kill; and you would withdraw him from the punishment he merits?" "He! he! Was it, so?" muttered Perrotte, with eyes staring at the vacancy before her. "Do you not fear to pass for the accomplice of his crimes?" continued Captain Landry in her ear.
"Poor little Landry Court!" murmured his wife, lowering her voice. "He's just about heart-broken. He wanted to marry her too. My goodness, she must have brought him up with a round turn. I can see Laura when she is really angry. Poor fellow!" "If you women would let that boy alone, he might amount to something." "He told me his life was ruined."
With the words he was gone, and Laura, entering the house, shut the door behind her with a long breath of satisfaction. Laura joined them, and for a few moments the three stood before the fireplace talking about the play. She made a great show of leaving Landry and Laura alone, and managed to convey the impression that she understood they were anxious to be rid of her.
Poor Jr. put his hand on my shoulder, and we walked out into the dark of the terrace. Antonio was leaning against the railing, the beautiful lady standing near. Mrs. Landry had sunk into a chair beside her daughter. No other people were upon the terrace. "Prince Caravacioli has been speaking of you," said Poor Jr., very quietly. "Ah?" said I.
Wessels, and Landry came out of the house, but before taking their car they crossed to the opposite side of the street, Laura having said that she wanted to note the effect of her parlour curtains from the outside. "I think they are looped up just far enough," she declared. But Landry was observing the house itself. "It is the best-looking place on the block," he answered.
After all accounts had been reckoned, he saw that he had lost two hundred and ninety thousand francs, of which two hundred and sixty thousand in cheques belonged to Paul Landry, and the thirty thousand francs' balance to the bank. "Monsieur de Prerolles," said Paul Landry, hypocritically, "I am ashamed to win such a sum from you.
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