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I trust you won't consider it an impertinence if I ask you whether you were aware that Dr. Ross was Mrs. Maitland's physician?" "Of course I knew it," Masterson replied frankly. "I have given him up for that reason, although he does not know it yet. I most strenuously object to being the subject of what shall I call it? -his mental vivisection."
"Well, we're not receiving callers of any kind right now," sputtered Eph angrily. Dick crouched back into the doorway of the cave. He was trying to think what to do. It was an awkward situation. He didn't want to be caught in what looked, on the face of it, like an act of spying, and yet he didn't wish Masterson and his cronies to think him a coward.
Craig was studying attentively the effect of his revelation both on her and on the other faces before him. Mrs. Maitland, her shoulders bent with the outpouring of the long- suppressed emotion of the evening and of the tragic day, called for sympathy which, I could see, Craig would readily give when he had reached the climax he had planned. "Kennedy," exclaimed Masterson, pushing aside Dr.
He died the year after the child was born, and she came to lodge with me, and lived by teaching, as he had; but 'twas a poor livelihood, you may say, and when she sickened, she died just as a candle goes out. 'When? Mr. Fishwick asked, his eyes glued to the woman's face. 'The week Jim Masterson came to see us bringing the child from foreign parts that was buried with her.
"In any amount," said the man who had driven the car, in a loud, boastful voice. "My father, Evans Masterson, owns the Boston Moon, the evening paper. If I can telephone to him he will soon get us out of this scrape." "Very well, then," said the Squire, frowning slightly at young Masterson's tone.
"He's goin' down-town to his office; we can wait right here an' see him. I can't expect him to remember me; it's been a good many years. Now you are goin' to see the great Judge Masterson!" There was a quiver of expectation in their hearts.
'Julia Soane? 'Yes. 'But then who am I? she asked, her eyes growing wild: the world was turning, turning with her. 'Her husband, he answered, nodding towards Mrs. Masterson, 'adopted a child in place of the dead one, and said nothing. Whether he intended to pass it off for the child entrusted to him, I don't know. He never made any attempt to do so.
Masterson shouted back something about "fresh kid" but kept pulling up the stream, and soon he was round the bend and out of sight. "Now, I wonder what he is doing out here?" mused Dick, "and those two cronies of his. They look sort of shady to me."
Some women would have swooned with joy over such a conquest effected in such circumstances. What wonder that Julia was deaf to the warnings and surmises of Mr. Fishwick, whom delay and the magnitude of the stakes rendered suspicious, as well as to the misgivings of old Mrs. Masterson, slow to grasp a new order of things?
'Oh, but Tommy, the fortune? Lord Almeric protested seriously. 'I vow you are sharping us. 'True too, my lord, as I hope to be saved! 'True? Oh, but it is too monstrous absurd, my lord wailed. 'The Little Masterson? As pretty a little tit as was to be found in all Oxford. The Little Masterson a fortune? 'She has eyes and a shape, Mr. Pomeroy admitted generously.
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