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Clarence casually introduced the incident, as if only for the sake of describing the supernatural effect of the hidden voices, but he was concerned to see that Peyton was considerably disturbed by their more material import.
I don't mean that she will have gone away, or be dead in the familiar sense. I haven't any doubt but that she would live with you again she is not small-minded and she's far more unconventional than you what there was of her." "If you or anyone else thinks that I don't admire Claire " he stopped desperately. "We won't get far talking," Peyton added; "even if all you have said is a fact.
His eldest daughter was already admitted into the society of women; but Frances, the younger, required a year or two more of the usual cultivation, to appear with proper eclat; at least so thought Miss Jeanette Peyton; and as this lady, a younger sister of their deceased mother, had left her paternal home, in the colony of Virginia, with the devotedness and affection peculiar to her sex, to superintend the welfare of her orphan nieces, Mr.
I am sorry I did not know as much three months ago as I do now." "I am, too, but folks are never too old to learn, grandpa says," Peace answered happily, and departed with beaming countenance, for Miss Peyton had "passed her" after all. It had been decided that Giuseppe Nicoli was to live at the stone house and be educated as the Lilac Lady's protégé.
In the dim pool of her mirror a face looked back at her that was not the face of Arthur Peyton; she saw it take form there as one sees a face grow gradually into life from the dimness of dreams. It was, she told herself to-night, the very face of her dream that she saw.
"And be sure I shall not lose sight of THAT darling girl again," Mrs. Peyton Stewart assured him. "I'm betting my hat she won't either," was Durand's comment to Wheedles, "and I'd also bet there's trouble in store for Peggy Stewart if THAT femme once gets her clutches on her. Ugh! She's a piece of work. "A rotten, bad piece, I'd call it," answered Wheedles under his breath. When Mr. and Mrs.
Jason tore to the broken door, broke off some more glass with the end of the riding whip he held in his hand, and was quickly past this bristling barrier and out on the back porch. Mr. Peyton was behind him. At the end of the garden, nearly a hundred yards away, was an old-fashioned hedge of box, which had reached, in the course of many years, a height of twelve feet or more.
Yes, yes, I should like, even now," he continued, laughing bitterly, "to hear the villain who would dare to surmise that such treachery existed!" "Peyton, dear Peyton," said Frances, recoiling from his angry eye, "you curdle my blood would you kill my brother?" "Would I not die for him!" exclaimed Dunwoodie, as he turned to her more mildly.
After gazing for a long time at the point where she had last seen the figure, in the vain expectation of its reappearance, she turned to her friends in the apartment. Miss Peyton was sitting by Sarah, who gave some slight additional signs of observing what passed, but who still continued insensible either to joy or grief.
Peyton, who sped onward, with several negroes at his heels. The party continued down the garden until they reached the hedge; then they ran to the right for a short distance, scurried through an arched opening in the green box, and thus reached the outskirts of the pine woods. Next they began to search through the trees. But not a sight of the fugitives could they obtain.
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