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Munger, who spent her winters as well as her summers there, penetrated as far as the library, upon her own sense of what was due to herself as a neighbor; but she failed to find either of the sisters. She had to content herself with urging Mrs. Morrell, the wife of the doctor, to join her in a second attempt upon their privacy; but Mrs.
"You ought to use your influence with him before it is too late," added Mrs. Morrell. Nan looked helplessly from one to the other, too uncertain of her ground now to risk another step, "So that's it," she ventured at last. "Some one has been telling lies about us!" "Oh, dear no!" disclaimed Mrs. Scattergood, "It is only that your friends cannot understand your taking sides against them.
In this environment Richard Morrell could hardly fail to be fairly well satisfied with himself. To ask and to receive would come to the same thing. And so he spoke to Virgilia one crisp October morning, between the fifth and sixth holes in Smoky Hollow, and awaited in all confidence her reply. But Virgilia quickly made it plain that he would not do not for her, at least.
"And I want to tell you you haven't anything on me when it came to seeing things. I guess that is what all the novel-writers do hit the hop so as to throw their imagination into the high gear." But Ed Morrell, who had travelled the same road as I, although with different results, believed my tale.
Morrell said he would take it up some time, but that he disliked to such an extent the process of leaving his body that he would not make the attempt until such time that his suffering in the jacket became too extreme to be borne. "That is the way with all of them won't come across with the goods," was Oppenheimer's criticism. "My mother believed in spirits.
When you are older when life has done its best or its worst for you you will understand better than you do to-day; but remember this: what you have told me has cut deep, but it has cut, by one stroke, the hardness and bitterness from my heart. Remember this!" Then with a sudden reversion to his customary manner he said: "And now tell me about Morrell." Lynda started; the situation puzzled her.
"I've no doubt Dr. Morrell is all you say, Ellen, but I meant Ralph when I spoke of brilliancy. He has a great future, I'm sure." Mrs. Putney was silent for a moment. "I'm satisfied with the present, so long as Ralph " The tears suddenly gushed out of her eyes, and ran down over the fine wrinkles of her plump little cheeks.
At most it was but a passing fancy, due to the painting of that portrait; it would quickly dissipate: least said, soonest mended. A girl like Preciosa, brought up so carefully, a girl who had always had everything and who would always need to have everything, would know how to choose between two such men. As for Robin Morrell, Euphrosyne had been greatly taken with him.
Strange to say he used always to declare that his appearance about the same time as Prince Rupert, at a fancy dress ball, given by Mrs. George Morrell, at Headington Hill Hall, afforded him a far more gratifying proof of the exceptional position he had won. "Everyone came round me, Frank, and made me talk. I hardly danced at all.
The funds of the company were therefore used to purchase two shares of its stock, which were placed in the name of D.J. Morrell. After his death these shares were transferred to and are still held by me, although they are the property of the Cambria Iron Company. They have not been sold because there was no market for them."
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