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Jarvis hurried to his side. He took the book, examined the fly-leaf, and turned its pages. His eyes lighted with interest. "Of course it is!" he declared. "And by the looks of them, there are plenty more. How on earth do they come to be here? This is a gold mine that beats the mahogany sideboard out of sight." "It's more than I know. Uncle Maxwell was no book-lover, as far as I've ever heard.
Maxwell took leave of the three strange women standing in a prim row, she gave a meaning nod to Mrs. Field, who followed her to the door. "I was thinkin' about that old glass preserve-dish," she whispered. "I don't s'pose it's worth much, but if you don't use it ever, I s'pose I might as well have it. Flora has considerable company now, an' ours ain't a very good size." When Mrs.
"You must let me say that I see a decided likeness in you to your grandfather," said Lord Maxwell, when they were all seated at lunch, Marcella on his left hand, opposite to Lady Winterbourne. "He was one of my dearest friends." "I'm afraid I don't know much about him," said Marcella, rather bluntly, "except what I have got out of old letters. I never saw him that I remember."
It's mighty funny nobody knows where Mis' Field lives; but this is the old Maxwell house, where she wrote Mandy she lived, an' I'm goin' in." Flora stood aside, and the three women entered with a rush. Lois, standing near the door front, saw them coming through the greenish-yellow gloom, their three black figures scudding before the wind like black-sailed ships. "Land sakes!" shrieked out Mrs.
I also described how Professor Vega at Madrid had told me of the two cures effected by Professor Gourbeil, of Lyons. "My sister tells me that you suggest Gabrielle should consult him," Mr. Maxwell said. "But she has consulted so many specialists. Doctor Moroni has been most kind to her. He took her to doctors in Paris and in Italy, but they could do nothing."
"Saw that he was a gentleman?" "Yes, certainly. He is very cultivated. He's not not a common reporter at all!" Louise's voice trembled with mortification for her father, and pity for Maxwell, as she adventured this assertion from no previous experience of reporters. It was shocking to feel that it was her father who had not been the gentleman.
If he doesn't like things we don't." "Oh." "He's over there by Mrs. Winchell." Maxwell looked and knew the type. "But you don't agree about Dickens?" "No. And Amy says that Murray's wiser than I. But I'm not sure. Amy thinks that all men are wiser than women." Maxwell chuckled. Anne was refreshing. She was far from modern in her modes of thought.
"And then he soberly doth wink, And shut his ugly mug, And patiently doth wait until There comes another bug." Mr. Maxwell told a good dog story after this. He said the president need not have any fears as to its truth, for it had happened in his boarding house in the village, and he had seen it himself. Monday, the day before, being wash-day, his landlady had put out a large washing.
"Ah! Bottazzi provided against all that. He called in the aid of self-registering contrivances. It won't do, Miller he proved the objective reality of 'spirit phenomena. He lifted the whole performance to the plane of the test-tube, the electric light, and the barometer. His experiments, his deductions, came as a splendid sequence to an almost equally searching series by Crookes, Zöllner, Wallace, Thury, Flammarion, Maxwell, Lombroso, Richet, Fo
Can you imagine the time James Clerk Maxwell would have had trying to build a modern television set from tapes like this?" "I know exactly how he'd feel," Meyer said glumly. "You can see, then, why we're depending on you," Mannheim told Stanton. Stanton merely nodded.
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