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Whyland with a repression that indicated but a distant acquaintance; and just as Medora was whisked away by a new partner it was Bond, claiming the first of his four Whyland introduced him to Abner: "Mr. Joyce, Mr. M'm " Abner, occupied by Bond's appropriation of Medora, lost the name. "And where is Clytie?" asked Whyland, looking about.
"My leg's been like that, m'm, fifteen year come Michaelmas." "How did it happen?" "Ploughin'. The bone was injured; an' now they say the muscle's dried up in a manner of speakin'." "What do you do for it? The very best thing is this." From the recesses of a deep pocket, placed where no one else wore such a thing, she brought out a little pot. "You must let me give it you.
Elliot, you said?" "I s'pose that's his name," conceded Martha ungraciously. "I set him in the dining room. It's about the only place with two chairs in it; an' I shan't have no time to make more lemonade, in case you wanted it, m'm." The Reverend Wesley Elliot, looking young, eager and pleasingly worldly in a blue serge suit of unclerical cut, rose to greet her as she entered.
The butler reëntered the room with the finger bowls, and she quickly disengaged herself. To hide her confusion, she turned to the servant: "Did my sister go out, Robert?" "Yes, m'm," replied the man respectfully. "Miss Ray told me to tell you in case you asked that she had gone shopping and would be back soon." "Where's Miss Dorothy?" "The fraulein took her to the park, m'm."
He came in, and seeming not to know quite where he went, took stand by the hearth, and putting up his dark hand, gripped the mantelshelf. Then, as if recollecting himself, he said: "Gude evenin', sir; beg pardon, M'm." No more for a full minute; but his hand, taking some little china thing, turned it over and over without ceasing, and down his broken face tears ran.
You leave it all to me, and just keep her quiet, m'm; I'll see to the room, and nobody else shall put their foot into it. The master will be home this morning, I hope and trust." He hobbled away, and Janetta went back to Mrs. Brand.
He wore a check suit much too small for him, a pink tie, and patent-leather shoes. Fanny's face was red and her manner somewhat flustered, but this the mother, bent low over her work, did not notice. "Good evening, m'm," said Mr. Gillie, coolly seating himself without waiting to be asked.
It was late Saturday afternoon and she had been with Ray and Mr. Steell to see some paintings a private view of a remarkable collection of old masters. After having tea at the Plaza they had taken a brisk walk through the Park, the lawyer insisting that the exercise would do them good. "It's just come, m'm," said the maid, holding out the thin envelope.
"If you please, m'm, I can't eat any more," said Tottie. "Can't eat more, child? try," urged the hospitable lady. Tottie heaved a deep sigh and said that she couldn't eat another morsel if she were to try ever so much.
I see I had slipped up, and I couldn't say a word. She waited, still a-gazing at me, then she says: "And how'd they come to strike that idiot idea of going a-blackberrying in the night?" "Well, m'm, they er they told us they had a lantern, and " "Oh, SHET up do! Looky here; what was they going to do with a dog? hunt blackberries with it?" "I think, m'm, they "
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