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After all they correspond in a certain, if in the most limited degree to appearance "in company," and require as that does a certain etiquette of observance. Cowper is perhaps the accepted classic in this style who has the least of apparatus: but even Cowper bestows a certain amount of care indeed, a very considerable amount on the dress of his letter's body, on the cookery of its provender.
"Telegraph" said Cartwright, who did not lose time when he had made a plan. "When the lines are not engaged after business hours, you can send a night-letter; a long message at less than the proper charge." Mrs. Cartwright looked pleased. Although she was rich and sometimes generous, she liked small economies. "After all, writing a letter's tiresome," she said. "Telegrams are easy.
"A woman's promise!" snorted Trenchard, and proceeded with great circumstance of expletives to damn "everything that daggled a petticoat." "Your fears are idle," Wilding assured him. "What she says, she will do." "And her brother?" quoth Trenchard. "Have you bethought you of that canary-bird? He'll know the letter's whereabouts. He has cause to fear you more than ever now.
"He's older than you. What has he written to you?" Leonidas put his letter in her hand for reply. "I wish I could see him, you know," he said shyly. "That letter's bully it's just rats! I like him pow'ful." Mrs. Burroughs had skimmed through the letter, but not interestedly.
Then I am going to pay my letter's bill at the Bellevue-Stratford, buy a three dollar ticket to New York and a place in the Pullman for myself, G. S. L. on return, as the human envelope Mr.
"But who is J. O. S.? Nobody o' them initials in this neighbor hood. Nor E. C. Bower. Deacon Klegg can't know any of 'em. Then, how's the hospital badly wounded Bower? What's that about his socks? I'll have to try it over again as soon as No. 7, freight, gets by." After No. 7 had gotten away, he tackled the message again: "No, that sixth letter's not an m, but an h.
"Right-o," the reporter said cheerfully, glad to get to grips; and to stop a fencing that was getting nowhere. "I'm connected with the Times-Republican, in your own fair city. I was in the theater the night Gregory recognized you. Verbum sap." "This Gregory is the 'G'?" "Oh, quit it, Clark," Bassett said, suddenly impatient. "That letter's the last proof I needed.
Percy Pellew and his fiancée stood waiting to share the letter's contents, if permitted. The world, engaged with its own affairs, took no notice. The Earl and the General were listening to tales of Canada from Sir Spencer Derrick. The Countess was pretending to listen to other versions of the same tales from that gentleman's wife.
"MY DEAREST WIFE: "I've had a more than usually successful trip, till I came here. Now things are not so good." He glanced up out of the doorway, and a shadowy smile lurked in the depths of his eyes. Then he turned again to the letter: "I've already written Murray for help, but I guess the letter's kind of miscarried. He hasn't sent the help. Star-man took the letter.
Entering his office, Lee closed the door, walked to the stove, and standing there produced the letter. It was the first and only missive he had ever received from Ruth. He gazed at the envelope and the scrawled writing on it with an impression of strangeness, but this gave way to a curiosity as to the contents. He had a strong suspicion of the letter's purport.
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