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Updated: May 26, 2025
There came home, in a box, two days after, from Jordan and Marsh's, the loveliest "suit," all made and finished, of brown poplin. To think of Aunt Roderick's getting anything made, at an "establishment"! But Ruth says she put her principles into her unpickable pocket, and just took her porte-monnaie in her hand.
"As a woman, madam," said the president, letting his brown eyes slip for a moment from Miss Marsh's corn-colored crest over her straight but scant figure down to her smart slippers. "Well, sir, she could wear YOUR boots, and there isn't a corset in Sacramento would go round her." "Thank you!" he returned gravely, and moved away.
In her gleaming, supple dress of satin-like ivory jersey, she looked some tiny, finished, jewel-object, infinitely breakable, at which one ought only to look if it were safely behind glass. "There is someone of Marsh's own world, the 'great world' he speaks of," thought Marise.
She saved a little brother of this Constantine you mention." "Constantine has no brother," Marsh answered. "I happen to know, because he worked for me." "This was a little red-headed youngster." "Ah!" Marsh's ejaculation was sharp. "What was the matter with it?" "Measles." "Did it get well?" "It was getting along all right when I left."
There appeared to be no connexion between these poems and tales and the life he himself led and Marsh's point was that the connexion was vital. One evening, Henry, who had been reading "The Trojan Women" of Euripides, turned to Marsh and said that the Greek tragedy seemed nearer to him than any of the Gaelic stories and poems.
He had a quick breakfast in the waffle shop just below here, and I trailed him back again." "I guess I'll find my man in, all right," said Morgan. "I'll go up now. You tell the man in the alleyway to keep his eyes open while I'm inside. In about ten minutes, if he doesn't hear anything from me, he can come up and wait outside Marsh's door.
I paid her, maid 40s. of the money that I have received of Mr. Andrews. Hence home to my study, where I only wrote thus much of this day's passages to this * and so out again. To White Hall, where I met with Will. Simons and Mr. Mabbot at Marsh's, who told me how the House had this day voted that the gates of the City should be set up at the cost of the State.
And then, as tamely as if the new impulse were only another part of a continued abstraction, he arose and once more climbed the sandy hills. The highest was some distance from his camp. At one point near its top a brief northeastward glimpse of the marsh's outer edge and the blue waters beyond showed at least that nothing had come near enough to raise the pelicans.
"Oh, yes," said the other, "I remember it very well." "Well, professor, do you know, when you told me all that I r'ally thought you was puttin' up a job on me." The result was a friendship between the two men, which continued during Marsh's whole life.
The mysterious shadows that hung over the street at night, and the recent tragic incident which had taken place there, seemed almost like a dream to Marsh, as he saw the street stretch peacefully toward the west in the light of the late afternoon sun. Marsh's attention was quickly diverted, however, for at this point the tall buildings, the smoky streets, and the crowds were left behind.
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