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But my brother, Major Lindley Pierson, I learn from my letters, is a frequent visitor at your brother's house: and they even say" But Percy did not repeat what they said, though he had gone far enough to give the father of Florry something like a shock. "What were you about to say, Mr. Percy?" he asked.
As he was bending to sit his ready lieutenant seconded the motion. "Mr. Chairman!" It was an excited voice from the rear of the hall the voice of a tall, lank, sallow man of perhaps thirty-five. "What right," he shouted shrilly, "has this Mr. Pierson to come here and make that there motion? He ain't never seen here except on election nights. He " The chairman rapped sharply.
I do not see any with that look of Monsieur Pierson, a little tortured within, and not quite present. He is half an artist, really a lover of music, that man. I am painting him at the piano; when he is playing his face is alive, but even then, so far away. To me, monsieur, he is exactly like a beautiful church which knows it is being deserted. I find him pathetic.
Words die on the lips, for each one knows what the other is about to say before utterance has shaped the thought. Souls expand, lips are silent. Oh! what silence! What forgetfulness of all! Although my love began the first day and had since grown to excess, the respect I felt for Madame Pierson sealed my lips.
"My luggage is heavy and the sooner I arrive at Wayne Hall the better pleased I shall be." "Are you to have the same rooms as last year?" asked Ruth Denton. "I suppose so, unless something unforeseen has happened." "Will there be any vacancies at your house this year?" inquired Arline. "Four, I believe," replied Anne Pierson. "Were you thinking of changing? We'd be glad to have you with us."
I had known Madame Pierson four months, but I knew nothing of her past life and had never questioned her about it. I had yielded to my love for her with confidence and without reservation.
And, slipping by, she locked her door. Bob and Thirza Pierson, meeting in their own room, looked at each other askance. Relief at their niece's safe return was confused by other emotions. Bob Pierson expressed his first: "Phew! I was beginning to think we should w have to drag the river. What girls are coming to!" "It's the war, Bob." "I didn't like her face, old girl.
They'll be out by eleven, and then, if you return, we can decide which is to stay in the apartment and which to leave." Pierson went away to his fraternity house and at half-past eight Scarborough, Chalmers, Jack Wilton and Brigham sat down to a game of poker. They had played about an hour, the cards steadily against Chalmers and Brigham the cards were usually against Brigham.
It came on the third day, when Laird was up, lying on that very sofa where Pierson had sat listening to Gratian's confession of disbelief.
To-morrow I will have a little talk with Put about this matter." "That's right," grinned Harry; "and Pierson is liable to have a little talk with you. You'll be on the regular team inside of a week." On the following day the great topic of conversation for the class of 'Umpty-eight was the recent ball game.
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