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Updated: July 11, 2025
Perhaps not now, but in the future," Miss Cartright said softly. "I wish I might try stained glass making," Giusippe said again. "Perhaps some time you will, my boy," answered Mr. Norcross, "and perhaps, too, your generation may succeed where mine has failed, and give to the world another Renaissance. Remember, all the great deeds haven't been done yet."
The traffic seemed to move more slowly than usual, as though that haze clogged its wheels and congealed its oils. The very tugs and barges, on the river beyond, partook of the season's languor. They crept over the oily waves at a sluggard pace, their smoke-streamers dropping wearily toward the water. The eyes of Robert H. Norcross swept this vista for the allotted two minutes of rest.
Right on top was" she paused impressively to get suspense for her climax "was them notes on yellow foolscap that I seen in the hands of the visitor last week. And" another impressive pause "they're the dope for Robert H. Norcross!" "The what?" "The full information on him dead sweetheart, passed out thirty years ago up-state.
No one knows of our being alone there except Tony and father." "Are you sure? Doesn't Mrs. Belden know?" "I don't think so not yet." Mrs. McFarlane's nervousness grew. "I wish you hadn't gone on this trip. If the Beldens find out you were alone with Mr. Norcross they'll make much of it. It will give them a chance at your father." Her mind turned upon another point. "When did Mr.
As Norcross finished with the siphon, his eyes wandered downward again. "Ever been about much down there?" he asked suddenly. Bulger crossed the room and looked down over his shoulder. "Where?" he asked, "The Street or " "Trinity Churchyard." "Once I sang my little love lays there in the noon hour," answered Bulger.
Markham will communicate at once with whatever confederates she had in this business. I hope you don't mind my mentioning it." "Probably," responded Norcross, "she's at the telephone now. That's my part of it. Good-night."
Exteriorly the low cabin made a drab, depressing picture; but as he alighted upon Berea's invitation and entered the house, he was met by a sweet-faced, brown-haired little woman in a neat gown, whose bearing was not in the least awkward or embarrassed. "This is Mr. Norcross, the tourist I told you about," explained Berrie. Mrs. McFarlane extended her small hand with friendly impulse.
In his growing pain and perplexity he decided to speak frankly to young Norcross himself. "He's a gentleman, and knows the way of the world. Perhaps he'll have some suggestion to offer." In his heart he hoped to learn that Wayland loved his daughter and wished to marry her. Wayland was down on the bridge leaning over the rail, listening to the song of the water.
Markham takes no chances not even with that fool girl when she's got Norcross. She's given Ellen theater tickets. That's how careful she is about little things. You can see how clear the coast will be. I'm goin' to bring you straight to my room like a visitor. You walk soft!" "But how about that electric bell?" he asked.
She did not appear in the dining-room, and when Norcross inquired of Nash whether she took her meals at the hotel or not, the expert replied: "No, she goes home. The ranch is only a few miles down the valley. Occasionally we invite her, but she don't think much of the cooking." One of the young surveyors put in a word: "I shouldn't think she would. I'd ride ten miles any time to eat one of Mrs.
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