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The sound died away, and she knew that the vehicle had passed round to the barn. She waited in an agony of suspense for her brother's appearance. "You needn't to shake your head," went on the farm-wife. "This matter's my concern. It's my dollars as is goin' to pay Master Hervey an' when he gets 'em may they blister his fingers, I sez." Prudence heard a footstep in the hall.
In this alone she had been an idealist, but she might have known that good men were a prey to the unworthy of the opposite sex. She glanced at Austen's face, and he smiled at her gently, as though he divined something of her thoughts. "If it isn't your fault, that you're not happy, then the matter's easily mended," she said. He shook his head at her, as though in reproof.
"You've no call to take offence, Steph," answered the bailiff with a conciliating grin. "I never said you wasn't a good match for my girl; but a pretty girl and a prudent clever housekeeper like Nell is a fortune in herself to any man." "Then the matter's settled, I suppose," said Mr. Whitelaw; "and the sooner the wedding comes off the better, to my mind.
He paused, and looked thoughtful when he went on: "The other matter's difficult; but, like Father Lucien, I don't see what we can do. It's possible that Steve drowned his partner, or anyhow, took advantage of an accident to let him drown; but we're not detectives, and you can't move against a man without something besides suspicion to go upon.
And I can't rest I'm fit for nothing until this matter's settled. I came very near taking her aside and proposing to her, just after I went out of here a while ago." "You damn fool!" cried Norman, losing all control of himself. "Take the afternoon express for Albany instead of Harcott and attend to those registrations and arrange for those hearings. I'll do my best to save you.
P. Sybarite was already at the instrument. "Yes?" he answered. "Dr. Higgins?" "Sorry, sir," replied a strange voice: "Dr. Higgins isn't in yet. Any message?" "Tell him Mr. Kenny needs him at the Monastery, and the matter's urgent.... Doctor not in," he reported superfluously, returning to cut away collar, tie, shirt, and undershirt.
For my part I'm a little too old and too accustomed to fall back on somebody else for supplies to start a big fight with life: I'll be content with just surviving, and I can do it on an eighteen-hundred-dollar a-year consulship. An ex-congressman can always be pretty sure of getting some such job, and I hear from Washington the matter's about settled.
Have you a glimmer of an idea about Emerson's essay on 'Compensation? I've got to write it up." Wee's face looked as blank as a stone wall. "Emerson! Heavens, no! He's as deep as the sea. Ask me something easy, Blue Bonnet. My grey matter's at your disposal what's left of it. I think I've overtaxed it with my own theme. Do you know anything about hypnotism?" "Hypnotism! I should say not.
A drenched, bareheaded figure staggered into the hall, wind-driven, and would have fallen had not Jervase clutched at it. The newcomer and the master of the house held on to each other, and Jervase panted hoarsely: 'You? What's the matter? 'The matter? said the new arrival. 'The matter's ruin! The clatter of the tumbling objects in the hall brought out the General and Jack Jervase's son.
"There's another question, more important, and one which you must ask yourself: 'Should I care if they did? After all, the matter's in your own hands. Your soul's always your own till you do something wrong." "Yes, I understand that." Lemuel sat silently thoughtful, fingering his hat-band.
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