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They are still in place, but now there are two on each side, two in the front, two in the rear. The killing of the Little One seems to have heartened us all wonderfully. I am sure we will get out somehow. But oh! the suspense of it. "Monday morning, nine-thirty. Under way for over two hours. There is no new development. But Idaho has just said that they seem to be edging in.
There's a train at eight that will get you in by nine-thirty, and I can telephone instructions to meet you and have everything ready. If you motored down, you see, the chauffeur would know and you must be quite incognito. It'll be dead quiet, my dear, but you need a rest, and we can keep in touch with one another so easily." Dorothy leaned forward and gazed at him with burning eyes.
The car returned to the place of refreshment at nine-thirty, where the young man again ordered a raspberry ice, with which he trifled for the better part of an hour. He betrayed to the alert but inconspicuous person who sat near him, by his expectant manner of scanning newcomers' faces, that he had hoped to meet some one here. This expectation was disappointed.
It was probably nine-thirty that morning when Bob, busy at work on the hen house, looked up and saw Ruth dressed in her farmerette clothes, talking with their uncle at the far side of the field where he was planting oats. It was fully an hour later when he looked up again and saw Edith standing near him.
"First of all, in a gruff, glum sort of way, the old gentleman seemed really glad to see me; but he was in a hurry to warn me that I had better get my errand over quickly, as he was contemplating catching a nine-thirty train for Duluth for what purpose he did n't say.
But, as virtue is, on most excellent authority, its own reward, he had to be satisfied with the possession of it, since neither Narkom nor Cleek was there to meet him. But the reason for this defection was made manifest when Miss Morrison placed before him a telegram which had arrived some ten minutes earlier and read as follows: "Unavoidably delayed. Be with you at nine-thirty. Ask Mr.
Travers looked at her, and her loveliness seemed enhanced in her trim white linen gown with its broad collar of Irish lace. How magnificent her throat was! What a perfect woman she was! And what hair! "There is a train that leaves here at nine-thirty, a mad little ramshackle train that goes to The Ghost and back in an hour and a half.
She had a heavy heart for him as she bade him good-night, although she called something after him with a cheerful pretence about their rendezvous next morning. "It is nine-thirty at Fenchurch Street, isn't it?" she asked. "Do you think you will ever manage it, Bel?" Captain Langrishe smiled at her haggardly. "Oh, yes, easily by staying up all night," she answered.
Patten's room, I was at a loss and almost discovered by a maid who was turning down the beds much to early, also, and not allowed in the best houses until nine-thirty, since otherwise the rooms look undressed and informle. I had but Time to duck into another chamber, and from there to a closet. I will explain. No sooner had the maid gone than a Woman came into the room and closed the door.
On this crowded twenty-four-hour cross-section of contemporary American life the curtain goes up at nine-thirty o'clock of a January forenoon. Locality, the city of Marion the capital of a state. Time, that politically throbbing, project-crowded, anxious, and expectant season of plot and counterplot the birth of a legislative session. Disclosed, the office of St.
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