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* The library of sir Hans Sloane consisted of above fifty thousand volumes, including about three hundred and fifty books of drawings, and three thousand five hundred and sixteen manuscripts, besides a multitude of prints.
"It must be hard on you. Won't you stay and have tea with us?" But, no, Josiah would not stay. He was thankful to make his escape with such rags of self-respect as remained to him. Pa Sloane arose and came around to Ma's chair. He laid a trembling hand on her shoulder. "Ma, you're a good woman," he said softly. "Go 'long, Pa," said Ma. X. The Courting of Prissy Strong
He could almost feel the pressure of his wife's hand as it lay in his own, as they sat in silent sympathy looking into the friendly glow of the fire. There was a long pleasant pause. "They're giving Sloane a dinner to-night at the 'Travellers'," Stuart said at last, "in honor of his going to Abyssinia."
Sloane," the detective said, getting to his feet, "he induced you to pay money to Mrs. Brace while it's the colour of blackmail, it won't be a matter for prosecution; you gave it to her, in a sense, unsolicited but he induced you to do that because he knew she was out for blackmail. He hoped that, if you bought her off, she wouldn't pursue him farther." "Farther!" echoed Sloane.
"We'll go right in," he said, in a stern, peremptory tone; then he turned to William. "Are you ready?" he asked. William nodded, with his eyes cast down. The party made a motion towards the other room, but Mrs. Sloane unexpectedly stood before the door. "I told her there shouldn't nobody come in," said she, "an' I ain't goin' to have you all bustin' in on her without she knows it.
Yet, if that sounder citizen could have listened at the waiting lover's heart, out there in the fog and the cold, he would have said again: "Yes, poor devil he's having a bad time!" Soames got into his cab, and, with the glass down, crept along Sloane Street, and so along the Brompton Road, and home. He reached his house at five. His wife was not in. She had gone out a quarter of an hour before.
The latter greeted his father with a curt good-morning, and, taking an envelope from his pocket, said: "It may interest you to look through this." James read as follows: '309D, SLOANE STREET, May 15, 'The construction of your house being now completed, my duties as architect have come to an end.
At another time, while Benjamin worked at Watts', Sir Hans Sloane called upon him, another notable London character of that day. Benjamin was taken aback when he met him, he could scarcely divine what this titled Englishman could want of him. "I have heard of you, Mr. Franklin, as recently from America, and I have called to make your acquaintance," he said.
The air was sweet with a hush of dreams, and the world was so lovely that I held my breath over its beauty. Then, all at once, down at the far end of the garden, I saw a woman walking. I thought at first that it must be Mary Sloane; but, as she crossed a moonlit path, I saw it was not our old servant's stout, homely figure. This woman was tall and erect.
"Oh, dad," she repeated. "What's the matter with Sloane?" he demanded. "Oh, nothing, nothing it's all right " "It is, eh? How do you know it is?" His anxious eyes were still upon hers, and he saw she was thinking fast and hard and shutting him completely out. And it irritated him. "What do you know of this fellow Sloane?" "Oh, nothing nothing " "Nothing! Humph!
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