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Passmore, and then ran lightly up the broad and richly carpeted stairs. Her footsteps made no sound on the thick Axminster. She flitted past down a long gallery hung with portraits, presently stopped before a baize door, paused for a second, then opened it swiftly and went in. She found herself in an anteroom, darkened and rendered cool with soft green silk drapery.
The donkeys fetched, at each low-tide, white shell-sand which was to be sold for manure to the neighboring farmers; the goats furnished milk and "kiddy-pies;" and when there was neither milking nor sand-carrying to be done, old Will Passmore just sat under a sunny rock and watched the buck-goats rattle their horns together, thinking about nothing at all, and taking very good care all the while neither to inquire nor to see who came in and out of his little cottage in the glen.
It was in the days when Mr. Passmore Edwards was giving large sums to institutions of different kinds in London, but especially to the founding of public libraries. He began to haunt the shabby hall in Marchmont Street, and presently offered to build us a new hall there for classes and social gatherings. But the scheme grew and grew, in my mind as in his.
The price of silver fluctuates; but the world supply of nickel is limited, and nickel's a sure thing." Pros Passmore leaned back in his chair, digesting this new bit of information luxuriously. "Nickel," he said reflectively. And again he repeated the word to himself. "Nickel. Well, I don't know but what that's finer. Leastways, it's likelier.
And the former teacher brought forth a paper and his fountain pen. "We'll see," mused Mr. Fordham. "Dealing in stocks for the past fifteen years, eh? How long since you gave up your office in Wall Street?" "About er two years," stammered Job Haskers. He looked keenly at Mr. Fordham and then at Mr. Passmore. "What er why do you ask me that question?" "Mr.
Passmore, and he quietly placed himself in front of the door. "Let me pass! Let me pass!" shrilled Job Haskers, and now he looked thoroughly scared. "Don't you wish to talk this matter over?" questioned Mr. Fordham, wonderingly. "No, sir. I am not going to stay here to be made a fool of!" cried the former instructor. "Let me pass, I demand it!" he added, to Bert's father.
Fordham," broke in Mr. Passmore. "But as this man is so well known to these young gentlemen, and he has proved himself to be so unworthy, I would go slow about investing in stocks that he may offer." "Yes! yes! Certainly!" cried the elderly gentleman. "But er why should these young men take such an interest in me, a stranger?"
Johnnie gasped as she remembered that the grandfather of whom her mother spoke was Virgil Passmore, and called to mind the story of the borrowed wedding coat. The mountain people, being used only to one class, never find themselves consciously in the society of their superiors.
If you start in to pay off all the borryin's of the Passmore family since you was born, you'll ruin us that's what you'll do you'll ruin us."
On the afternoon of September 9th, a number of working women of the Passmore Edwards’ Settlement, who were spending their holidays with Miss Schepel and Miss Buckton at Vanners, in Byfleet, a village some twenty miles out of London, had the great privilege of meeting ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. They wrote a short record of his sayings to keep for themselves. The following is an extract:—
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