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Unconsciously Pollyanna repeated John Pendleton's words of half an hour before. Nancy chuckled. "You're right she is and she always was, I guess! But she's somethin' more, now, since you came." Pollyanna's face changed. Her brows drew into a troubled frown. "There, that's what I was going to ask you, Nancy," she sighed. "Do you think Aunt Polly likes to have me here?
She listened then, fearfully, for John Pendleton's next words. They came almost at once. "I know you did bless your little heart! And it was that that was the saving of me. I wonder, Pollyanna, if I could ever make you realize just what your childish trust and liking did for me." Pollyanna stammered a confused protest; but he brushed it smilingly aside. "Oh, yes, it was!
Pendleton's possession until the 25th, within which period he had several conversations with Mr. Van Ness. In these conversations Mr. Pendleton endeavoured to illustrate and enforce the propriety of the ground General Hamilton had taken. Mr. Pendleton mentioned to Mr.
Pendleton's eyes; and Virginia found herself blushing again because she felt that her mother had not understood him. A delicious embarrassment something different and more vivid than any sensation she had ever known held her speechless while he looked at her.
A whimsical smile trembled on John Pendleton's lips. "Overdose of your tonic, I guess," he laughed, as he noted the doctor's eyes following Pollyanna's little figure down the driveway. Sunday mornings Pollyanna usually attended church and Sunday school. Sunday afternoons she frequently went for a walk with Nancy. She had planned one for the day after her Saturday afternoon visit to Mr.
But do this: As you come to the trestle, stop. From the approach we can see down the other track for ten miles. If Pendleton's train is far enough off so as to give us time, we'll see how the bridge is before we cross. If we're pressed for time too much for this, promise me that you'll stop and let us run the engine across alone."
Halting for a short time in Buchanan, we stopped at Colonel Edmund Pendleton's who then lived there in an imposing white pillared edifice, formerly a bank. Mrs. Pendelton gave us some delicious apricots from her garden, which my father enjoyed greatly.
Mrs. Pendleton's suspicions of him may be based on the slightest foundation, but we are bound to keep them in mind." "Do you not intend to question him at all?" "Not at present. His attitude when he brought me upstairs was that of a man on his guard, expecting to be questioned. I saw that at once, and decided to say nothing to him.
Virginia had started to answer, when a hearty voice called, "May I come in?" from the darkness, and a large, carelessly dressed young man, with an amiable and rather heavy countenance, entered the hall and passed on into the dining-room. In reply to Mrs. Pendleton's offer of tea, he answered that he had stopped at the Treadwells' on his way up from work.
Veiled and walking fast, as if escaping detection or pursuit, the figure of Joyce Basil flitted over the pavement and disappeared in a door about at the middle of this Alsatian quarter of the capital. "What house is that?" he asked of a constable passing by, pointing to the door she entered. "Gambling den," answered the officer. "It used to be old Phil Pendleton's."
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