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His hope was that we would bite at this baite, and speedily leape ashore within their danger, wherby they might haue apprehended some of vs, to ransome their friends home againe, which before we had taken.
She went to the suite of offices tenanted by Mr. Josiah Ransome. She was ushered in to Ransome himself, instead of halting with underlings. She owed this favor to advantages which her lack of vanity and of self-consciousness prevented her from surmising. Ransome smooth, curly, comfortable looking received her with a delicate blending of the paternal and the gallant.
Rose Ransome, the pretty, neat little daughter of a pretty, neat little widow, was cultivated eagerly by the Monroes, and patronized kindly by the Frost and Parker girls. She had lived all of her twenty years in Monroe, and was too conscientious and amiable to snub the girls supposedly beneath her, and too merry, ladylike, and entertaining to be quite ignored by the richer group.
By the time he had emerged from the radio station the car could be heard shooting away down the desert trail toward Ransome. "Too late," said Jack, disgustedly. "He's gone. I should have surprised them together." He thought a moment, then turned to the other. "Listen, Tom," said he. "Not a word about all this.
Drew put his glass on the counter and spun around. "What's he doin' now?" "Nothing," Hale returned quickly. "Ransome!" Out of nowhere Hale's servant appeared. "Get the saddlebags from that horse." Surprised at this highhanded demand for his property, Drew waited for enlightenment. When Ransome returned with the bags, Hale took them, moved quickly to a cabinet, and unlocked it.
It was impossible for Ransome not to notice something queer about his father-in-law, something utterly unlike the bluff and genial presence he had known. Mr. Usher seemed to have shrunk somehow and withered, so that you might have said the catastrophe had hit him hard, if that, his mere bodily shrinkage, had been all. What struck Ransome as specially queer about Mr.
There would be a will stronger than his own will that would not be frustrated. And he told himself that he could have borne it if it had not been for that. There was a knocking at the door. The handle turned, and through the slender opening which was all she dared make, Mrs. Ransome spoke to her son. "Ranny, do you know you've left the front door open? Who's that coughing?" she said.
'Pray go on, then, I said; 'I will see you safe there, though somewhat pressed for time. We walked side by side, and after awhile she said in a low tone, and with still downcast eyes: 'My mother lived servant in your family once, sir. 'The deuce! Your name is Ransome, then, I suspect. 'Yes, sir Mary Ransome. A sad sigh accompanied these words.
He drew her gently away, and they walked together along Park Street towards the distant arc-light at the corner which flung a gleaming band along the wet pavement. "Perhaps it was because I was too young to know what trouble was when we lived in Ransome Street," she continued. "But I can remember now how sad my mother was at times it almost seemed as though she had a premonition."
Would that show him a happy man? At last our guests were assembled, and I had an instant to myself. Murmuring a prayer for courage, I slid from the room and ran up-stairs. Here all was bustle also a bustle I delighted in, for, with so many people moving about, Mrs. Ransome and her daughter could pass out without attracting more than a momentary attention.
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