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Out of purely disinterested motives, they had made up their minds not to tell me, but a little indiscretion on the part of my fair lady prevented that silent policy from becoming a success." "What's all this about?" Cora asked uneasily. "Why ask?" Sartoris said with contempt. "So that was your game, eh? Fill your own pockets and leave the rest of us to look after ourselves.
Fresh air, amusement, gentle exercise, and a little stimulant close at hand if we feel low." "Ah, Mrs. Sartoris," replied Conyers, "and I really am a little low about to-morrow.
She had left the stage, after a brief glory upon it, but as Madame Sartoris she sometimes sang at home to her guests. "We are invited to hear some music, this evening," said Procter to me one day, "and you must go with us." I went, and our hostess was the once magnificent prima donna! At intervals throughout the evening, with a voice
She hoped in her heart that she would meet him again, but although the Havilands stayed until nearly six o'clock they did not do so; perhaps because shortly after this conversation Kenneth Moran met Miss Vivian Sartoris, and they took a plateful of rich, crushy little cakes and went and sat under the stairs, where they took alternate bites of each other's mocha and chocolate confections, and where Vivian told Kenneth all about a complicated and thrilling love affair between herself and one of the popular actors of the day.
Now, what does this little game mean? And who wrote the letter? My dear Sartoris, if I only had you here for the next five minutes!" The man's face suddenly convulsed with rage, his fists were clenched passionately. He paced up and down the room with the letter in his hand. "This may tell me something," he said; "this may be a clue. I'll open it."
The marriage of General Grant's only and much-loved daughter, Ellen Wrenshall Grant, to Algernon Charles Frederic Sartoris, at the White House, on the 21st of May, 1874, was a social event in Washington.
He gave a little cough, and immediately somebody in the hall began to talk. "Mr. Sartoris is in the conservatory room, miss," a voice said, and Field had no difficulty in recognising the voice of the doctor, Bentwood. "Will you come this way, please?" Field congratulated himself upon the line that he had taken.
They would come home and tell their mother that Vivian Sartoris let two of the boys jump her over the net, and that Cousin Carol wore Kent Parmalee's panama all afternoon, and called out to him, right across the court, "Come on down to the boathouse, Kent, and let's have a smoke!" "Poor Vivian poor Billy!" Mrs. Haviland would say.
But he did not want Berrington to go just yet, and he was still more anxious that the Colonel should not know who was knocking at the door. Unless his calculations were very wide of the mark, it was Beatrice Richford who was seeking admission. Sartoris would have given much to prevent those two meeting. He smiled, though he was beside himself, almost, with passion.
"I can keep you here till I have finished my campaign," Sartoris replied. "I could murder you, and nobody be any the wiser." Berrington thought of Field, and smiled. Hitherto he had not tried diplomacy. His contempt and hatred for this man, his knowledge of his own strength and courage, had sufficed for the present. Now it seemed time to resort to strategy.
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