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The Gloves were on that floor, at the far end. The two women rarely saw each other, except at lunch time. "Missed you at lunch," said Ella Monahan. She was a pink-cheeked, bright-eyed woman of forty-one or two, prematurely gray and therefore excessively young in her manner, as women often are who have grown gray before their time. Fanny stood up, hurriedly. "I was just about to go."
Betsy repeated what Anastasia Monahan had said, and was flattered by the instant, rather startled attention given her by the grown-ups. "Why, I didn't know that Bud Walker had taken to drinking again!" said Uncle Henry. "My! That's too bad!" "Who takes care of that child anyhow, now that poor Susie is dead?" Aunt Abigail asked of everybody in general.
Morris, Q.C., and aided by Mr. John Curran and Mr. Purcell. The Court of Common Pleas was the stage; Chief Justice Monahan presiding with a special jury. The trial was expected to last a week, and not only the Court but the approaches to it were crowded.
All his lands in the latter case Paul gives to the "Yearly Meeting for Friends, the people called Quakers, of Philadelphia." "Richard Osborn, a Reminiscence," by Margaret B. Monahan. "The Bi-Centennial of the New York Yearly Meeting, An Historical Sketch," by James Wood, 1895. "It was Wednesday, the day of the regular mid-week meeting, and the house was crowded.
Lord Harold Gray's a sure enough Lord, and she's his wife but but a chippy, just the same; that's what she is, in spite of the Gray emeralds and that great Gray rose diamond she wears on the tiniest chain around her scraggy neck. Do you know, Mag Monahan, that this Lady Harold Gray was just a chorus girl and a sweet chorus it must have been if she sang there! when she nabbed Lord Harold?
But then sometimes I despise him. If it wasn't fer me dear old mother, that maybe I'll never see again," and Maggie wiped her eyes with her apron, "I'd join the Sisters. I think maybe I have got a vocation, as they call it." It was the very next evening after this interview that Bridget Monahan, the downstairs girl, gave Margaret a little advice.
"It's an awful price to pay for a hat, and a jabot, and a book and a theater ticket, Fan." Ella Monahan had taken the tube, and was standing in the great shed, watching arrivals with interest, long before they bumped over the cobblestones of Hoboken. The three descended to Fanny's cabin. Ella had sent champagne six cosy pints in a wicker basket.
It only remained for the judge to sum up, for everyone was getting impatient to hear the verdict. Chief Justice Monahan made a short, impartial speech, throwing the dry, white light of truth upon the conflicting and passionate statements. First of all, he said, it was difficult to believe in the story of rape whether with or without chloroform.
The latter was rendered impossible by the council of the Confederation, and the few who cherished the design in the council's despite, had attempted an emeute the night previous, and were beaten and placed hors de combat. As Monahan and his retainers entered, the red face of Lefroy oozed through the bench curtains, and followed by the pale Moore, "the court was seated."
But I guess you and I will have some more talk after a while, after Theodore Watling gets to be United States Senator. Give him my regards, and and come in when I can do anything for you, Mr. Paret." Thanking him, I groped my way downstairs and let myself out by a side door Monahan had shown me into an alleyway, thus avoiding the saloon.
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