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And had other people continued to accept him, too? What would Quarrier think of his presence at Shotover? She began to realise that she was a little afraid of Quarrier's opinions. And his opinions were always judgments. However Grace Ferrall had thought it proper to ask him, and that meant social absolution. As far as that went she also was perfectly ready to absolve him if he needed it.
Quarrier's velvet-fringed eyes began to narrow, but his calm voice remained unchanged: "We are merely wasting energy in this duel," he said. "Oh, no; I don't feel wasted." "We are also wasting opportunities," continued Quarrier slowly. "This whole matter is involving us in a tangle of litigation requiring our constant effort, constant attention." "I beg your pardon, Mr.
For she was very young, and she had not had half enough out of life as yet; and besides, her theories and preconceived plans for the safe and sound ordering of her life appeared to lack weight nay, they were dwindling already into insignificance. Theory had almost decided her to answer Mr. Quarrier's suggestion with a 'Yes. However, he was coming from the Lakes in a day or two.
I have not been in Tiffany's in months." Belwether, crestfallen under the white menace of Quarrier's face, nodded, and essayed a chuckle without success. Sylvia, at first listless and uninterested, looked inquiringly from the major to Quarrier, surprised at the suppressed feeling exhibited over so trivial a gaucherie. If Quarrier had chosen a collar like Agatha's for her, what of it?
Mortimer, his mottled skin now sufficiently distended, greeted the story with a yawn from ear to ear; his lordship, blinking madly, burst into that remarkable laugh which seemed to reveal the absence of certain vocal cords requisite to perfect harmony; and Siward smiled in his listless, pleasant way, and turned off down his corridor, unaware that the Sagamore pup was following close at his heels until he heard Quarrier's even, colourless voice: "Ferrall, would you be good enough to send Sagamore to your kennels?"
To Quarrier's candidature no one within the party offered the least opposition. Mr. Chown, who had for some time reserved his judgment, declared to all and sundry that "all things considered, a better man could scarcely have been chosen." Before thus committing himself he had twice called upon Quarrier, and been closeted with him for a longtime.
I feel half afraid that I may even offend you. You will think me very strange indeed." Lilian trembled. The old dread awoke in her. Had Miss Mumbray discovered something? "Do let me know what it is," she replied, in a low voice. "It it is about Mr. Eustace Glazzard. I think he is an intimate friend of Mr. Quarrier's?" "Yes, he is." "You are surprised, of course.
"I had a wire from her that she expected to be here and I hoped to see her at the station to-morrow on her way to Lenox." "She's stopping with Miss Landis. Can't you manage to come?" asked Siward anxiously. "I don't know. Do you wish it particularly? I have just seen Quarrier and Harrington. I can't quite understand Quarrier's attitude. There's a certain hint of defiance about it.
He looked upon her beauty, her gentle spirit, with tenderness, and therewithal he half hoped that she might some day repent of yielding to Quarrier's vulgar ambition. "Have you made many acquaintances?" he asked. "A good many. Some, very pleasant people; others not so interesting." "Polterham society will not absorb you, I think." "I hope to have a good deal of quiet time.
The children who are turned out to order by institutions seem sadly deficient, both in ability to cope with life and in the humanities. The "home" system, as at Quarrier's in Scotland, is a striking contrast, and personally I shall vote for the management of orphanages on home lines every time.
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