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His girded spirit sees agrarian unrest in the daffodil and industrial riot in a tin of preserved prunes. He sees the world moving on the brink of horror and despair. Sweet dalliance with a baked bloater on a restaurant platter moves him to grief over the hard lot of the Newfoundland fishing fleet. Six cups of tea warm him to anguish over the peonage of Sir Thomas Lipton's coolies in Ceylon.
Lipton's place he frequented, and the Bowdoin House he could find. "No, you stay here," he broke out. "I'll get him." He walked back to the office, the tramp following. "I say, Mr. Kling!" he called impudently. Otto lifted his head. He had locked up the mantilla and had the key in his pocket. For him the incident was closed. "Vell?" replied Otto dryly.
J. Pierpont Morgan's Columbia over Sir Thomas Lipton's Shamrock in the great yacht race in New York waters, in the cup contest. Had this international race taken place outside of their own Golden Gate, on the broad Pacific, they could not have evinced greater enthusiasm and pride at the result.
"I will never keep things from you that you ought to know, dear." "I ought to know this!" James remained silent. Clemency had brought the horse to a full stop. "Won't you ever tell me?" she asked. "No, never! dear." "Then let me get out. This is Annie Lipton's street. I am going to see her. I have not seen her for a long time. I will walk home. It is safe enough now. You can tell me that much?"
Clemency went on relating how glad she was that Uncle Tom met her as she was coming home from Annie Lipton's. "I am never afraid," said she, and her little face betrayed the lie, "but I was tired, and besides I was beginning to be cold, for I went out without my fur." "You should not have gone without it. It grows so cold when the sun goes down," said Mrs. Ewing.
"I have no doubt that Miss Sheldon will place the utmost dependence in Miss Lipton's word," returned Grace gravely. "If she doesn't, I oh, well, to-morrow will tell the tale. I wish you would tell me more of Harlowe House. It is a wonderful place. I wanted to go to Smith, but I believe this will be nicer after all. Only I shall have to earn my college fees.
"What has the girl to fear now?" his reason kept dinning in his ears, but, in spite of himself, something else, which seemed to him unreason, made him anxious. When he reached Annie Lipton's home, a fine old house, overhung with a delicate tracery of withered vines, he saw Annie's pretty head at a front window.
But the two returned from their afternoon calls, and still Clemency had not returned. Emma met them at the door. "Mrs. Ewing says she is worried about Miss Clemency," she said. Gordon ran upstairs. When he came down he joined James in the office. "I have pacified Clara," he said, "but suppose you jump into the buggy, Aaron has not unharnessed yet, and drive over to Annie Lipton's for her.
These pictorial methods doubtless prove a source of great financial gain; of course it must be so, or they would never be prosecuted; but although they may allure millions of customers, they will lose two in our modest persons. When Salemina and I go into a cafe for tea we ask the young woman if they serve Lipton's, and if they say yes, we take coffee.
Thus Morton, to the glowing Mr. Wrenn, as they turned into St. George's Square, noting the Lipton's Tea establishment. Sir Thomas Lipton wasn't he a friend of the king? Anyway, he was some kind of a lord, and he owned big society racing-yachts. In the grandiose square Mr. Wrenn prayerfully remarked, "Gee!" "Greek temple. Fine," agreed Morton. "That's St.
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