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I am intelligent enough to be afraid philosopher enough to realise that it doesn't help me. So nowadays I just go ahead." "Trusting in God," she murmured. He did not answer. "Is it not true, soldier?" But the fever was again transfiguring her into the shape of Ailsa Paige, and he remained shyly silent, fearing to disturb the vision yet knowing vaguely that it was one.
Paige, fully confident, always believed he was just on the verge of perfecting some appliance that would overcome all difficulties, and the machine finally consisted of twenty thousand minutely exact parts, each of which required expert workmanship and had to be fitted by hand.
And can we get him away from that jail?" "Yes," said Farnsworth. "I spoke to Paige. He said he'd bring the boy in and have him discharged this afternoon. He has to appear before the judge, you know, before he can be let go." "That's nice," said Nancy. "Now, Fred, you go straight to Mr. Edwards and bring him up there, too. I don't suppose any one's thought to tell him."
"You've said that before," she laughed. "Oh, you pretty minx! you and your dozen words!" Ailsa Paige arose in wrath and stretched out a warning arm among her leafless roses; but Camilla placed both hands on the fence top and leaned swiftly down from the veranda steps, "Forgive me, dear," she said penitently. "I was only trying to torment you. Kiss me and make up.
"Letty!" he said, "where is Mrs. Paige?" Celia had caught the girl's hands in hers, and was searching her thin white face with anxious eyes; and Letty shook her head and looked wonderingly at Berkley. "Nothing has happened to her," she said. "A Sister of Mercy was wounded in the field hospital near Azalea, and they sent for Mrs. Paige to fill her place temporarily.
But Letty only laid her head against Ailsa's breast, and sobbed anew, uncomforted. "Won't you tell me what is wrong?" urged Ailsa, mystified. "Yes . . . I am . . . Don't pay attention to what I say, Mrs. Paige. You you like me, don't you?" "I love you, dear," "Please do. I am very unhappy." "You are only tired out. Listen; don't the wards look pretty with all the laurel and evergreens and ribbons!
"He is." "You have a son serving in that regiment?" "Yes." "Private soldier?" "Yes." "You are not a volunteer nurse?" "No." "Your sister-in-law, Mrs. Paige, is?" "Yes." "Now, Mrs. Craig" but he could not succeed in swaggering, with her calm, contemptuous eyes taking his measure "now, Mrs. Craig, is it true that you own, a mansion called Paigecourt near Richmond?" "I do."
"I don't know to-day what Ailsa Paige believes; but I know what she did for the sake of a young girl. . . . If, in any way, her faith in you has been poisoned, remember what was laid before her, proven in black and white, apparently; remember, more than that, the terrible and physically demoralising strain she has been under in the line of duty.
"As fo' you, Paige, you are certainly a ve'y rare kind of Honey-bird, and I reckon Mr. Ba'num will sho'ly catch you some day fo' his museum. Who ever heard of a shif'less Yankee girl except you and Marye?" "O mother, how can we mend everything we tear? It's heartless to ask us!" "You don't have to try to mend ev'ything. Fo' example, there's Jimmy Lent's heart "
This sacred edifice is one of the finest and largest churches on the Pacific coast, and is a combination of Spanish and Byzantine styles of architecture. It was designed by A. Paige Brown, who was the architect of the California building at the Columbian Exposition, in Chicago, and also of the new Bethesda Church, Saratoga Springs, N.Y. I have thus dwelt with particularity on the Rev.
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