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"The poor fellow had better work it all out of his system." "But, Hal, your face when the policeman took you, on Millard's complaint!" sputtered Somers, next going off into another burst of laughter. "It didn't seem funny, at the time," returned Hal Hastings, quietly. "Ho-ho! Haw! Of course, not. Say, Hal, can you do me a tremendous favor?
That night Phillida sat by the fire sewing after her mother and Agatha were asleep. During the past two days she had wrought herself up to a considerable pitch of indignation against Millard for trying to influence her through Mrs. Hilbrough, but resentment was not congenial to her. Millard's effort to change her purposes at least indicated an undiminished affection.
Millard's preference for measured and refined speech got the better of his wrath barely in time, and, after arresting himself a moment, he finished the sentence with more justness as he made a little wave with his right hand "as the sky is to a scene-painter's illusion." Then he went on: "But Mrs.
Are Judge Russell and Mr. Goodman hiding somewhere? Is this a conspiracy?" "I'll explain later," said Mrs. Millard, with dignity. "Virginia, are you ready?" As they crossed Pleasant Street together, Miss Sarah was disposed to make merry at Mrs. Millard's expense, but that lady's haughtiness was extreme. There was nothing funny in her actions.
An apprehension of potencies undeveloped in Miss Callender gave her new acquaintance the feeling of an explorer who stands on the margin of a land virgin and unknown, eager to discover what is beyond his sight. For Millard's main interest in life lay in the study of the personalities about him, and here was one the like of which he had never seen. The social naturalist had lighted on a new genus.
Millard's, whose name was indicated with more regard to pronunciation than spelling with a 1 and nine 0's chalked on it. In spite of a late evening spent in very pleasant society, we were up early next morning, ready for an excursion to the Pyramids of Teotihuacán, some sixteen miles off, or so, under the guidance of one of Mr. Bowring's men.
Kennedy asked a few personal questions about Stella, but Millard's answers indicated that he had not contemplated or even hoped for a reconciliation, that his interest in his former wife had become thoroughly platonic. Just now, however, he seemed unable to keep Manton out of his mind.
They entered Millard's rooms, where things were in a state of upheaval, but orderly even in their upheaval. Seating themselves for half an hour by the open windows they talked of things to be seen in Europe. Then Philip, remembering that his friend had much to do, rose to go, and Millard said with an effort: "Well, Phil, I'm going to be kin to you. Congratulate me."
"It seems to me quite otherwise, and I think it the only proper course to tell you that the neighborhood strongly objects to such an intrusion." Miss Virginia felt her face grow hot. "Isn't it a little late to tell us this?" The tall young woman who had put down her knitting to serve the newcomer seemed not a whit abashed at Mrs. Millard's manner.
She noticed with a curious interest that he wore a cap like the one she had remarked in the hands of Millard's valet. As he passed beneath the window, she distinctly recognized Robert as the man Millard had sent to hasten the coming of the coupé, and when he mounted the steps she felt her pulses beat more quickly. Her mother entered presently with the flowers. "From Mrs.
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