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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Wonderful I should say so!" Miss Vanderwall sighed admiringly at the memory. "Do you remember that one set went to nineteen twenty-one? Each man won on his own service 'most remarkable match I ever saw! But Clarence Breckenridge couldn't hold a racket now, and his game of bridge is getting to be absolutely rotten. Crime, I call it!" Vivian Sartoris offered no further remark.
When she was Eleanor Sartoris, and I was a young fellow as poor as a church mouse, we were good friends; but she married, and then I married; but that is a lifetime ago; she was a handsome girl, though." "Mamma is handsome now. How interesting it all is! When I get home I shall coax mamma to tell me all about it.
Again, as to the genuineness of Berrington's letter she did not entertain the shadow of a doubt. Nobody, not even an expert, could succeed in making a successful forgery of the dashing hand-writing of Berrington. "If you will come this way," Sartoris said quietly, "we shall be more comfortable. As the evening is by no means warm you will perhaps not object to the temperature of my room.
Berrington had heard blood-curdling stories of what the Burmese could do in that way. Bad as he was, Sartoris had never lacked pluck and courage, and he was not the man to cry out unless the pain was past endurance. The guttural language returned; it was quite evident that Sartoris was being forced to do something against his will. "You shall have it," he said at last.
Sartoris, it may be doubted whether any of the party paid much attention to what they were shown. The principal effect on Blanche's mind was a hazy conviction that Sylla Chipchase was a somewhat disagreeable girl. She considered that the familiar way in which that young lady addressed Lionel Beauchamp, to say the least of it, was in very bad taste.
Richford," the little man said. "Will you be so good as to come this way and shut the door? I have been expecting you." "It was a letter that I received from my friend, Colonel Berrington," Beatrice said. "He asked me to call and see him here. I hope he is not ill." "I have not noticed any signs of illness," Sartoris said drily.
I would venture to suggest that our charades should be merely pantomimic." "Glorious!" exclaimed Jim. "I vote we place ourselves in Miss Sylla's hands, and elect her manageress. Will you agree, Mrs. Sartoris?" "Most certainly. The idea sounds excellent, and to leave the originator to carry it out is undoubtedly the best thing we can do."
Sartoris, with whom everything appears to have gone right: but with herself it "seemed otherwise to the Gods." And her letters or memoirs, or whatever they are to be called, are the record thereof, as well as of other things.
Something like an oath came from Sartoris. He had his own very good reasons why Beatrice should be deceived in this matter. "I assure you that you are quite mistaken," he said. "Indeed I am nothing of the kind," Beatrice cried. "Now that I know the truth, I can see the likeness plainly enough.
True, Berrington, out of his deep affection for Mary, might give him as much rope as possible. And again, Sartoris did not quite know how far Berrington was posted as to the recent course of events. True, Berrington suspected him of knowing something of the disappearance of the body of Sir Charles, but Sartoris did not see that he could prove anything.
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