"Miss Macdougal stayed here the night before last," she said, "and her luggage is waiting for orders. She left here yesterday afternoon to go to her aunt's, and promised to send for her things later on during the day. There they stand, all ready for her." Quest followed the direction of the woman's finger. Lenora's familiar little belongings were there, standing in a corner of the hall.
Macdougal? asked Lucy, surprised at the words and the tone. 'Well, my dear, I have treated you almost like a sister. I am in a manner your guardian; and it's nice to feel one is trusted, is it not? 'But I do trust you; and I am grateful too most grateful. 'It isn't that. You don't tell me things. For instance, about young Done. 'Really, Mrs.
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Stovall has just about decided to throw Greenwich Village omniscience overboard and admit privately to himself that people like Peter can be both human and interesting even if they do live in the East Sixties instead of Macdougal Alley when a page comes in discreetly for Johnny Chipman.
But once a proud moment he helped steer the hook-and-ladder truck to a false alarm in Macdougal Street and once a very proud moment, indeed he went into a tenement-house, near Dr. Thompson's church, in Grand Street, and carried two negro babies down-stairs in his arms.
The MacDougals, a powerful family, then called Lords of Lorn, were friendly to the English, and attacked Bruce and his wandering companions as soon as they attempted to enter their territory. The chief, called John of Lorn, hated Bruce on account of his having slain the Red Comyn, to whom this MacDougal was nearly related. Bruce was again defeated by this chief.
'She wants us to take a shakedown in one of the huts for to-night. Mrs. Macdougal will be home before dark. She wishes to see me. 'By the big blue Bunyip, if you stay I'll bush you in the next scrubby gully, an' leave you to do a three days' perish! Mike's tribulation was pitiful, but Jim laughed derisively. Done did not accept Lucy's invitation, however.
You've something on your mind, I can see." The girl swung around in her chair. There was a vague look of trouble upon her face. "I'm afraid you'll laugh at me," she began tentatively. "Won't hurt you if I do," Quest replied. "I can't help thinking of Macdougal," Lenora continued falteringly. "He has never been recaptured, and I don't know whether he's dead or alive.
He even longed to be avenged upon her for his uneasiness, and would have liked to have said quite coolly, 'In the devil's name, madam, leave me to myself! It piqued him that, after all, he had not the moral courage to do this, so he turned a forbidding shoulder, pretending interest in the scud of sea. 'Really, Mr. Done, you are foolish to hide yourself here, continued Mrs. Macdougal.
Macdougal," he said to a puzzled looking gentleman, who stood eying the affair. "Mr. Griggs, Mr. Macdougal, the manager. So some one started it, did he?" "One of the 'buses happened to touch it, and it started itself," replied the manager, gazing on the contrivance. "It's quite safe to have about, is it not, Mr. Hawkins?" "Safe? Certainly it is safe."