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The woman Cynthia saw?" "It was Marian Spaulding." "Good heavens! Did she talk to Cynthia?" "She tried to Cynthia could not understand." "She will some day, though, Lans! Can you buy Marian off? I wouldn't have believed she was so vicious. Did she lie?" "I rather imagine she spoke only truth." "Well! I reckon this is about the worst confusion that was ever brought about.
The play was a popular one and, being late, Lans was obliged to take a box in order to get seats. Cynthia felt and looked like a child. The excitement and brilliancy brought colour to her cheeks and made her eyes dance. She hardly spoke and only now and then heard what her companions said. "Lans," Olive Treadwell said during the first act, "there is Marian Spaulding in the tenth row!"
I recall the altogether admirable and shining family which Thoreau dreamed he saw in the upper chambers of Spaulding's woods, which Spaulding did not know lived there, and which were not put out when Spaulding, whistling, drove his team through their lower halls.
"The first thing that put us out was that advertisement. Spaulding, he came down into the office just this day eight weeks, with this very paper in his hand, and he says: "'I wish to the Lord, Mr. Wilson, that I was a red-headed man. "'Why that? I asks. "'Why, says he, 'here's another vacancy on the League of the Red-headed Men.
Gilbert and his brother Ralph and the other boys went toward the village, and so did the girls who lived in that direction. But Peggy and Alice and Anita Spaulding still lingered. "I'm going to tell them that I'll come back as soon as dinner is over and find the bird for them," said Peggy. "I know I can find it." "Oh, Peggy, maybe mother won't let you come," said Alice.
Spaulding hurried homeward, full of apprehensions for the safety of his own family; but, unfortunately, his horse escaped from him in the night, and after a six days' toilsome march on foot, having lost his way, he at length reached the banks of the river, but on the opposite side to his own home.
Sandy put out his hand, Treadwell gripped it, then both leaned back in their chairs and the story came, set to the wild strains of the mountain storm. "She was one of those little creatures born to be the plaything of Fate. When she was seventeen she married Jack Spaulding he was part genius, but more fool.
"No, I had a dozen." "Why did you pick him?" "Because he was handy and would come cheap." "At half wages, in fact." "Yes." "What is he like, this Vincent Spaulding?" "Small, stout-built, very quick in his ways, no hair on his face, though he's not short of thirty. Has a white splash of acid upon his forehead." Holmes sat up in his chair in considerable excitement. "I thought as much," said he.
The farmer's cart-path, which leads directly through their hall, does not in the least put them out, as the muddy bottom of a pool is sometimes seen through the reflected skies. They never heard of Spaulding, and do not know that he is their neighbor notwithstanding I heard him whistle as he drove his team through the house. Nothing can equal the serenity of their lives.
The decree might have gone forth for Mr. Hodder's destruction, but Asa Waring was a man whose displeasure was not to be lightly incurred. "What's this I hear about your moving out of Hamilton Place, Mr. Waring? You'd better come up and take the Spaulding lot, in Waverley, across from us." "I am an old man, Mr. Plimpton," Asa Waring replied.
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