United States or Taiwan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
No, the only plan was to welcome them all, to play Parminter's game of showing the youth about town, and Barstow's game of crude flattery, and gradually, if possible, to dissociate him from his companions, before they had fleeced him altogether. So you were let in, my dear, for that unfortunate evening.
In spite of Parminter's care his pen spluttered. Sylvia saw Archie look at Barstow, and she heard Barstow answer "No, that won't do." Archie Parminter dropped Hine's hand, tore a slip of paper out of the book, crumpled it, and threw it down with a gesture of anger on to the carpet.
The turn of the wheel struck upon Miss Parminter's mind as she lay and watched the slim, sturdy young thing perched upon the end of the bed, her boyish head bare and a ray of morning sun tingeing its soft brown to a brighter hue and showing up the clearness of her pale matt skin. "I don't think I much like your hero of romance," grumbled Georgie.
"That was Archie Parminter's. He left it behind." "Yes," said Sylvia, finding here a suspicion confirmed. "But he left it for you?" "And if I did take it," said Hine, turning irritably to her, "what can it matter to you? I believe that what your father says is true." "What does he say?" "That you care for Captain Chayne, and that it's no use for any one else to think of you." Sylvia started.
A suppressed murmur ran round the court in the middle of it, the Coroner handed the rings to a police official and motioned him to show them to the jurymen. And Mr. Parminter's suave voice was heard again. "You can't prove that they are yours." "May I explain?" asked Lauriston. "Very well there may be people, old friends, who have seen those two rings in my mother's possession.
Zillah had listened to Lauriston's answers to Mr. Parminter's searching questions with an anxiety which was obvious to those who sat near her. The signs of that anxiety were redoubled as she walked slowly to the box, and the glance she threw at the Coroner was almost appealing. But the Coroner was looking at his notes, and Zillah was obliged to turn to Mr.
Word Of The Day