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My name is J. Preston Peters, and Mr. Peters will do as well as anything else when you want to attract my attention." "Mine is Marson. You were saying, Mr. Peters ?" "Well, it's this way," said the little man. Shakespeare and Pope have both emphasized the tediousness of a twice-told tale; the Episode Of the Stolen Scarab need not be repeated at this point, though it must be admitted that Mr.
Judson's imitation of his master's voice may have fallen of histrionic perfection, it pleased the company. The room shook with mirth. "Mr. Judson is clever, isn't he, Mr. Marson?" whispered Miss Willoughby, gazing with adoring eyes at the speaker. Mr. Beach thought it expedient to deflect the conversation.
'A peine y etoíent-elles arrivées, que M. de Marson parut dans un Canot, un chapeau gris sur la tête; & ayant appris ce qui s'etoit passé, assûra qu'il ne pouvoit pas comprendre comment la Sauvagesse avoit pû sçavoir l'heure & le jour de son arrivée.
When he had taken the second-floor front of Number Seven, three months before, Ashe Marson had realized that he must forego those morning exercises which had become a second nature to him, or else defy London's unwritten law and brave London's mockery. He had not hesitated long. Physical fitness was his gospel. On the subject of exercise he was confessedly a crank. He decided to defy London.
The same year as Erik the Red landed in Greenland , a certain Hari Marson, being driven out of the ordinary course by storms, was cast upon the shores of a country known by the name of "White man's land," which extended according to Rafn from Chesapeake Bay to Florida. What is the meaning of this name "White man's land"? Had some compatriots of Marson's already settled there?
Why, that you went down to the museum last night before me and took the scarab, though you had promised to stay away and give me my chance." "But I didn't do anything of the sort." It was Joan's turn to look bewildered. "But you have got the scarab, Mr. Marson?" "Why, you have got it!" "No!" "But but it has gone!" "I know.
And you, also, Mr. Marson, if I may make the suggestion. No doubt Mr. Peters will be wishing to have your assistance in preparing for dinner. If you go along the passage outside you will come to the door that separates our portion of the house from the other. I must beg you to excuse me. I have to go to the cellar."
"I'll take it for you," said Ashe. "I'm not doing anything." Mr. Judson's gratitude was effusive. "You're a good fellow, Marson," he said. "I'll do as much for you another time. I couldn't hardly bear not to tell a bit of news like this right away. I should burst or something." And Mr. Judson, with shining face, hurried off to the housekeeper's room.
Miss Willoughby did not like the country. She thought it dull. "Don't you think the country dull, Mr. Marson?" "I shan't find it dull here," said Ashe; and he was surprised to discover, through the medium of a pleased giggle, that he was considered to have perpetrated a compliment. Mr.
As we emerge from the twenties we grow into a habit of mind that looks askance at Fate bearing gifts. We miss, perhaps, the occasional prize, but we also avoid leaping light-heartedly into traps. Ashe Marson had yet to reach the age of tranquil mistrust; and when Fate seemed to be treating him kindly he was still young enough to accept such kindnesses on their face value and rejoice at them.
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