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Pettifer's slight sarcasm, 'for I certainly did consider Janet Raynor the most promising young woman of my acquaintance; a little too much lifted up, perhaps, by her superior education, and too much given to satire, but able to express herself very well indeed about any book I recommended to her perusal.
Raynor had her faith and her spiritual comforts, though she was not in the least evangelical and knew nothing of doctrinal zeal. I fear most of Mr. Tryan's hearers would have considered her destitute of saving knowledge, and I am quite sure she had no well-defined views on justification.
Raynor told me they would be away probably for a week or two," the woman answered, "and she would stop somewhere and telegraph to me when she was coming back. Of course there isn't any telegraph to this island, but when messages come to Brimley they send them over in a boat." Having determined to speak to Mrs.
Loitering along the beach on our way home, I was guiltily conscious that I was making love rather ardently to a lady who had introduced herself to me as my uncle's widow. The sensation was, on the whole, very agreeable.... "Mr. Torrence and Mr. Raynor," Antoine announced as we were leaving the dinner-table. "Mr. Raynor?" asked Alice. "Who, pray, is Mr. Raynor?"
"What is your name?" "My name is Philip Brent." "What!" exclaimed Mr. Raynor, in visible excitement, "are you the son of the late Mr. Brent?" "I was always regarded as such," answered Philip. "Come in, then. I am glad to see you," said Mr. Raynor; and Phil entered the house, surprised at a reception much more cordial than he had expected. In that brief moment Mr.
One of the board representatives interrupted testily, "What is the point of this lengthy narrative? You can give the story to the newsmen without our official sanction, if you want to make it a heroic epic, young Steele. We have heard sufficient to prove your guilt, and that of Raynor, in the violation of treaty " "Nevertheless, I want this official," Bart said.
In spite of Janet's tenderness and attention to her, she had had little love for her daughter-in-law from the first, and had witnessed the sad growth of home-misery through long years, always with a disposition to lay the blame on the wife rather than on the husband, and to reproach Mrs. Raynor for encouraging her daughter's faults by a too exclusive sympathy. But old Mrs.
Quick, give them to me, Bart." "The Lhari have them." Raynor One walked to the window and said in his deadpan voice, "It's useless. But get the kid out of here before they come looking for me. Look." He pointed. Below them, the streets were alive with uniformed Lhari and Mentorians. Bart felt sick.
Bart's fists unclenched and he stared down at Raynor Three, shaking his head in bewilderment and pain. "I knew he was dead! I knew it all along! I was trying not to believe it, but I knew!" "I liked your father. I admired him. He took a long chance, and it killed him.
Isabel. It's not for me to diminish your triumph. Warland. By Jove, I can't think why Mrs. Raynor didn't tell me he was coming. A man like that one doesn't take him for granted, like the piano- tuner! I wonder I didn't see it in the papers. Isabel. Is he grown such a great man? Warland. Oberville? Great? John Oberville?
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