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Green's temporary address in Washington; then paused to compose her message. The telegraph instruments kept up an incessant clicking. Almost subconsciously she listened to the instrument nearest her; apparently the sender was having trouble in getting his message over the wire.
She wants you to marry that monkey of hers. That's what she is after." I was not quite fifteen "Leave me alone," I retorted, coloring "Never mind blushing. It is she who tells Reb Sender to be so good to you. The foxy thing! She thinks I don't see through her. That scarecrow of a girl is old enough to be your mother, and she has not a penny to her marriage portion, either.
At the theatre she had been much amused by the air of apprehension with which Odo had appeared to seek, among the dowdy or vulgar inmates of the boxes, the sender of the mysterious billet; and the contrast between the elegant gentleman in embroidered coat and gold-hilted sword, and the sleepy bewildered little boy of the midnight feast at Chivasso, had seized her with such comic effect that she could not resist a playful allusion to their former meeting.
Ay, that would be the kind o' information ye were badly wanting!" "You're wrong, Major. The bit of information was this from the spy to his friends outside: 'No news to-night." The keen hazel eyes conveyed something into the Northern blue ones that was not said in words: "'No news to-night. And the sender of that message was a railway man!"
The phonograph consists of three principal parts, the sender or funnel-shaped tube, with its open mouth-piece standing toward the operator; the diaphragm and stylus connected therewith, which receives the sound spoken into the tube; and thirdly, the revolving cylinder, with its sheet-coating of tin-foil laid over the surface of a spiral groove to receive the indentations of the point of the stylus.
It's away ahead of reading a newspaper, I assure you." "Besides being easier on the eyes," grinned Mr. Brandon. "Let's hear what it's all about." Sitting at ease, they heard many important news items of the day recorded. There was a little interference from an amateur sender, but they finally managed to eliminate this almost entirely by manipulation of the tuning coil.
It was a strange letter to come to her a large letter, which had been charged double postage; a letter with the elements of mortification in it, as well as other elements, both to sender and receiver. It was written in a big, scampering hand. "Dear Mad," it began, "it is so queer to be addressing you again. I remember when I used to say 'Mad' to a white-faced, dark-eyed girl.
With this assurance the lawyer retired to his nest, where he did not fail to dream of Mrs. Dolly Cowslip, while Sir Launcelot passed the night awake, in ruminating on the strange challenge he had received. He had got notice that the sender was Mr.
I gave the lot to a village kid when I got out. I hope they didn't kill him. Then, having scattered ground-bait in that way, I lugged out the photographs, mentioned the letters and the date they had been sent, and asked her to weigh in and identify the sender." "Did she?" "My dear chap, she identified them all, one after the other. The first was one of Clowes.
"He did, sir," replied Epplewhite. "He said, half jokingly, 'You can keep that, Epplewhite! If they sacrifice me on the altar of vested interests, it'll be a bit of evidence. So I locked up the letter in my safe there and then, and it has remained there until this morning." "You, of course, have no idea as to the identity of the sender?" "None, sir!" "Had Mr. Wallingford?"
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