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"Better than some grown-up women," she said. "She sat in my room while I dressed the other afternoon. Mrs. Leffingwell had sent her with a note about that French governess. And, by the way, she speaks French as though she had lived in Paris." Little Mrs. Dwyer raised her hands in protest. "It doesn't seem natural, somehow. It doesn't seem exactly moral, my dear." "Nonsense," said Mrs. Hayden.
When Honora returned, Aunt Mary had donned her apron, and was industriously aiding Mary Ann to wash the dishes and maintain the customary high polish on her husband's share of the Leffingwell silver which, standing on the side table, shot hither and thither rays of green light that filtered through the shutters into the darkened room.
All things come to him who, sedulously acting the orchid's part, vegetates and bides his time. To me in the passage of days came Anne Leffingwell, to talk of many things, the conversation invariably touching at some point upon Mr. Martin Dyke and lingering there. She was solicitous, not to say skeptical, regarding Mr. Dyke's reason.
He saw two more cabins at the roadside, but he did not think of asking hospitality at either. The night was now far advanced and he wished to put many more miles between him and the Leffingwell home before he sought rest again. He mounted his horse once more, and increased his speed. Now the reaction came after so much exertion and excitement. He began to feel depressed.
REPORT OF COLONEL JASON MARSH, SEVENTY-FOURTH ILLINOIS: ...."The first on the enemy's works, and almost simultaneously, were Lieutenant Clement, Company "A," Captain Stegner, Company "I," Captain Bacon, Company "G," and Captain Leffingwell, with some of their men.
At the little Casino, he had bought, from the professional in charge of the course, a lady's driver; and she practised with exemplary patience the art of carrying one's hands through and of using the wrists in the stroke. "Not quite, Miss Leffingwell," he would say, "but so." Honora would try again. "That's unusually good for a beginner, but you are inclined to chop it off a little still.
We have your telegram." Mrs. Leffingwell! Who was that person? For an instant she stood blankly holding the pen, and then she wrote rapidly, if a trifle unsteadily: "Mrs. Leffingwell and maid." A pause. Where was her home? Then she added the words, "St. Louis." Her rooms were above the narrow canon of the side street, looking over the roofs of the inevitable brownstone fronts opposite.
The woman was pleading with them to let him go. He was only a harmless lad, and while these were dark days, a crime committed now might yet be punished. "A harmless boy," said the strange man. "He's quick, an' strong enough, I tell you. You should have seen how he rode me down, and then shot Garmon in the arm." "I'd like to have that hoss of his," said the elder Leffingwell.
He asked her a few questions about Miss Turner's school, but it was not until she had admired the mass of peonies in the centre of the table that his eyes brightened, and he smiled. "You like flowers?" he asked. "I love them," slid Honora. "I am the gardener here," he said. "You must see my garden, Miss Leffingwell. I am in it by half-past six every morning, rain or shine."
Hanbury was likewise a direct person. "I will, take it back on one condition, Mary. If you will tell me that Tom has finished paying Randolph's debts." Mrs. Leffingwell was silent. "I thought not," said Mrs. Hanbury. "Now Randolph was my own cousin, and I insist."
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