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"I think I can manage him," said the stranger, then he added, "Come, Jan. Come with me!" The dog rose to his feet and followed unresistingly down the pathway to the front of the Pixley home, and past the lawn where he had spent so many happy hours, along the firm sand on which he had so often raced beside his mistress's pony in the days gone by.
I don't suppose there will be much I can do when I've heard the worst if they've got to it yet. Things may be all tangled up, and it may take time. And for ten days or so, until folks have had time to forget, the name of Pixley won't be one to be proud of." "Come if you can," said Graeme heartily. "You've seen nothing of Sark yet."
That reminds me have you heard of the saving work Brother Pixley was obliged to do?" "Brother Pixley? no." He heard his own voice tremble, in spite of his effort at self-control. The other became more confidential, stepping closer and speaking low. "Of course, it ain't to be talked of freely, but you have a right to know, for was it not your own preaching that led to this glorious reformation?
Here a carriage and horses were brought, and Jan would have been much interested in these strange things had he not been so worried. He felt himself lifted into the carriage with Mr. Pixley; then, as it moved, Jan was thrown against the fur coat and looked up in fright. "You are going to a new land," Mr. Pixley said, smoothing the pup's velvety ear.
Something wrong in nearly all of them some over, some under and I'm still a bit of a business man though I do write books." For, when Pixley went off to pack his portmanteau, Graeme had said to his wife, "Meg dear, what do you think of my going across to Peter Port with that young man? He'll have a bad black time all by himself.
Pixley enjoying the wonders in fear and trembling, and breathing freely only when they were safely out in the open once more. And Graeme and Margaret watched the approximating of Hennie Penny and Charles with infinite delight. It needed only a full understanding between these two to complete their own great happiness.
Each evening, sometimes until midnight, they perused the illustrated travel-folders, describing routes, hotels, trains, steamships. "You're like a couple of children," smiled Francisco on the evening before their departure. He was writing a novel, in addition to the other work for Carmony and Pixley. Sometimes it was hard work amid this unusual prattle by his usually sedate and silent parents.
And he got a feller who wuz a boardin' to his boardin' place to interduce him to Ardelia's relative, Mr. Pixley, and Mr. Pixley interduced him to Ardelia. He told Ardelia's relatives the same story That his father wuz a banker, that he owned a bank and wuz doin' a heavy business.
I want you to consider something seriously." "Sensible, if you like, Chummie, for 'tis my nature to. Serious? Never! How could one, with those larks bursting themselves in a sky like that? And did you ever see hedges like these in all your life? What's it all about? Ripply-Hair?" "Yes. Don't you see how awkward the whole matter is " "Awkward for Charles Pixley maybe.
Curse the luck!" vociferated the cow-Puncher. But the sheriff was already out of the saddle and into the telegraph office. "There's a derailing switch between here and Pixley, isn't there?" he cried. "Yes." "Wire ahead to open it. We'll derail him there. Come on;" he turned to Delaney and the others. They sprang into the cab of the locomotive that was attached to the freight train.
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