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Updated: May 18, 2025
Time and again I have been requested to hold them up to the scorn of human-kind, and time and again I have essayed the subject only to find the product of my pen unprintable it would have melted the type and burned a hole in an asbestos mailbag.
Jan recognized the pretty lady, but she did not have her baby in her arms this time. Then every one was silent, only a woman's sob sounded softly, and the pretty lady stood staring across the water, where high above the waves swung a big leather mailbag.
As he spoke his eye swept approvingly over the neat inclosure, the primly-tied papers, and well-kept pigeon-holes; the pot of flowers on her desk; her china-silk mantle, and killing little chip hat and ribbons hanging against the wall; thence to her own pink, flushed face, bright blue eyes, tendriled clinging hair, and then fell upon the leathern mailbag still lying across the table.
The village postmaster stood staring at an official envelope that had just been shaken out of a mailbag upon the sorting-table. It was addressed to himself; and for a few moments his heart beat quicker, with sharp, clean percussions, as if it were trying to imitate the sounds made by the two clerks as they plied their stampers on the blocks. Perhaps this envelope contained his fate.
At that moment, indeed, Marty was swinging out of sight on his own fine mount, the mailbag before him on his heavy Mexican saddle, the wind created by the swift motion of the beast raising the brim of his broad hat and thrilling him with that sense of abounding life and freedom which comes so forcibly to men in the wide spaces of the earth.
As in a day or two trains will run pretty regularly between Paris and London, had our diplomatic wiseacres been worth in pence what they cost us in pounds, by this time they would have made some arrangement to ensure a daily mailbag to England leaving Paris. News was received yesterday that Gambetta had resigned, and it has been published this morning in the Journal Officiel.
"If you have time to wait, pardon me while I glance at the enclosures," said the consul. Ensign Darrin took a seat near a window, while the official went rapidly through the papers submitted to him. Some were merely communications to go forward to the United States in the consular mailbag. Still other papers required careful consideration.
There seemed now to be clearly some connection between the missing papers from the mailbag and the missing promise book, but of the two Cora's girlish heart considered the loss of the book the more serious. "Did you ever see such old-fashioned houses in all your born days?" asked Bess. "Look at that one over there.
"All!" exclaimed the girl; "you won't say a letter is a little 'all' when you hear what it did. The mailbag came across this afternoon when we were sitting at the Teng, never thinking! and uncle got a letter from the young Laird of Lunda which made him furious. You know what happens when Uncle Brüs is angry." "I know. I'm glad it does not happen often, poor old man! Well, what next?"
Who could have dared to say that he was in league with whoever took those papers from the mailbag? "Are you better, Paul?" murmured the girl. "You had a lovely sleep." "Oh, yes," he sighed. "I feel almost good. If only my head would stop throbbing. What time is it?" "Almost noon, dear, and Clip will soon be here." "Will she fetch the morning papers? I must see how the thing is going on.
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