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But when I opened my envelope next salary day and saw my full week's earnings there, I went to Mr. Daly's office and told him of my two "sticks" and of Le Moyne's proposed offer, and for once he laughed at an actor's joke.
She even shed a tear or two, very surreptitiously; and then, being human and much upset, and the cat startling her by its sudden return and selfish advances, she shooed it off the veranda and set an imaginary dog after it. Whereupon, feeling somewhat better, she went in and locked the balcony window and proceeded upstairs. Le Moyne's light was still going. The rest of the household slept.
"I don't see," I said, "how you can very well do anything when both Lady Moyne and Babberly are against you." "I can't I can't, of course. And yet, don't you know, Kilmore, I don't know " I quite appreciated Moyne's condition of mind. I myself did not know. I felt nearly certain that Bob Power had been importing arms in the Finola. I suspected that Crossan and others had been distributing them.
Max had roused at the sound of Le Moyne's voice, not to suspicion, of course, but to memory. Without any apparent reason, he was back in Berlin, tramping the country roads, and beside him "Wonderful night!" "Great," he replied. "The mind's a curious thing, isn't it. Will you have a cigarette?" "Thanks; I have my pipe here." K. struck a match with his steady hands.
Le Moyne's coffee well, never mind about that. Now I've got a chance to get a home, with a good man to look after me I like him pretty well, and he thinks a lot of me." "Mercy sake, Tillie! You are going to get married?" "No'm," said Tillie; "that's it." And sat silent for a moment. The gray curtains with their pink cording swung gently in the open windows.
Very much to my surprise, and I am sure to Lady Moyne's, The Loyalist printed a strong article in support of the proposed demonstration. Nothing could have been more flattering than its reference to Babberly and Lord Moyne; nothing better calculated to insure the success of the performance than the way in which it urged all Unionists to attend it.
Hesden Le Moyne's face was buried in the pillow. She stood over him a moment, her bosom heaving with short, quick sighs. She reached out her hand as if she would touch him, but drew it quickly back. Then she spoke, quietly but with great effort, looking only at the little sufferer. "Mr. Le Moyne?" He raised his head quickly and a flush of joy swept over his face.
"I suppose it will be mine some time," he continued laughing, "but I have no present interest in it." "Yes," said the lawyer. "And is Mrs. Le Moyne's health such as to permit her considering this matter now?" "Oh, I think so," said Hesden. "I will see her and ascertain." In a short time the attorney was ushered into the invalid's room, where Mrs.
The exile which she had undergone at Red Wing had unfitted her for the close analysis of such pleasing associations. Therefore, the undertone in Mrs. Le Moyne's remarks came upon her like a blow from an unseen hand. She felt hurt and humbled, but she could not exactly tell why. Her heart grew suddenly heavy. Her eyes filled with tears.
It requires great dash and gallantry to "cut out" a ship. The whole audience gaped in astonishment at Lady Moyne's daring when she captured the Dean. She walked off with him, when she got him, to the shrubbery at the far end of the lawn. They were a singularly ill-assorted pair. Lady Moyne is invariably exquisite, a small woman with dainty ways and great vivacity.
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