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De Peyster looked as though she were going to faint. "A little tea and a chop!... For three months!... Matilda!" It seemed plain, however, that this was the only way out. But standing over the remains of the last genuine meal she expected to taste until the summer's end, her brow began slowly to clear.
"It's news about Mrs. De Peyster," answered Mary. "But of course it could hardly interest you much, for you've never met her at least I supposed not, Angelica." "I've seen her," corrected Angelica. "What what news?" "Why," cried Mary in her soft, happy contralto, "Judge Harvey just telephoned that the latest papers contain cables saying that Mrs.
The bland, elderish, clerical look faded; the face grew strangely young, the right corner of his mouth twisted upward, and his right eyelid drooped in a prodigious, unreverend wink. "Friend," he remarked, "what's you two ladies' game?" "Our game?" Mrs. De Peyster repeated blankly. "Now don't try to come Miss Innocence over me," he said easily.
The paper's over a week old. I brought it along to to break the thing to you gently." Mrs. De Peyster seized the newspaper. In the center of its first page was a reproduction of M. Dubois's painting of herself, and across the paper's top ran the giant headline: Face Disfigured by Water, but Friends in Paris Identify Social Leader by Clothes upon the Body Mrs.
There were traces of recent crying in Matilda's face, and now and then she had difficulty in holding down a sob. Mrs. De Peyster pressed her as to the trouble; Matilda chokingly replied that there was nothing. Mrs. De Peyster persisted, and soon Matilda was weeping openly. "Oh, my heart's broke, ma'am!" she sobbed. "My heart's broke!" "Your heart broken! How?"
"It is but a wilderness after all, and this is merely a point in it like a lighthouse in the sea. Come, we'll walk that way; it's about the only view we have." Again that strange quiver ran through Henry's veins. Colonel de Peyster himself was leading exactly where the captive wished to go.
They loved blankets of brilliant colors, beads, and the many gaudy trinkets that were sold or given away at the post. New rifles and fresh ammunition, also, would be acceptable, and, in order to deserve than in increasing quantities, they resolved that the next quest for scalps should be most zealous. Having finished his address, which had been studied carefully, de Peyster nodded toward Henry.
De Peyster had secretly married without his mother's knowledge, and that the young scamp and his wife were secretly living in her house can't you just see the reporters jimmying open every window to get at us!" "Oh!" breathed Mrs. De Peyster faintly. "Really, Jack," protested the girlish voice, "I think it's scandalous of us to be doing this!"
De Peyster desired to introduce and honor the Duke de Crécy in a larger way than her residence permitted, it was at the Dauphin that she had elected to give the ball that had brought her so much deferential praise which occasion was the first and only time she had departed from her strict old-family practice of limiting her social functions to such as could be accommodated within her own house.
When Campbell's Virginians uttered a series of piercing shouts, the British officer, De Peyster, second in command, remarked to his chief: "These things are ominous these are the damned yelling boys." The battle, which lasted some minutes short of an hour, was waged with terrific ferocity.
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