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For an hour or more, Reuben held forth rapturously on what he had seen these last few days. He could not rest seated, but paced up and down the room, gesticulating, fervidly eloquent. "Do play me something, will you, Mrs. Spence?" he asked at length. Something to invigorate! A rugged piece!" Eleanor made a choice from Beethoven, and, whilst she played, Elgar leant forward on the back of a chair.
The prisoners in the county jail appeared to sense this wave of retributive hatred, for they paced their cells like caged beasts. It was truly a case of "The People vs. Coleman and his Committee of Twelve were in absolute charge. They selected as judges, three popular and trusted citizens, J.R. Spence, H.R. Bowie and C.L. Ross.
If you like a man well enough to become his wife, the rest will follow. I should be glad to see you married." "I like Mr. Spence very much; but it is his theory of Moderation that interests me even more than himself," I answered, uncertain how to lead up to the condition of our marriage, which I knew now would irritate my father greatly. He had received the news of Mr.
At last I was successful one day in finding Aunt Agnes at home, and alone. It was about a week after my visit from Mr. Spence. I was disturbed at seeing her brow contract at sight of me, but my worst fears were realized when she said: "I do not wonder that you have preferred to keep away from me." "On the contrary, Aunt Agnes, I have called twice before, this week."
A curious sound broke from Spence's throat. He stooped and sprang. But quick as he was, the figure on the rock was quicker. It slipped aside. Spence heard a guttural exclamation and caught a glimpse of a yellow face. "Li Ho!" The Chinaman pulled him firmly back from the edge of the moss-covered rock. "All same Li Ho," he said. "You come click but not too dam click." "I know. Where is he?"
Spence made a remark sotto voce which should, in the ordinary course of events, have remained a secret. "Susan," he said, "your friend Miss Leffingwell is a fascinator. She's got Robert's scalp, too, and he thought it a pretty good joke because I offered to teach her to play golf this afternoon." It appeared that Susan's eyes could flash indignantly. Perhaps she resented Mr.
But the tent was almost empty. That at least proved that the tent belonged to Spence. He was a man with an actual talent for bareness and spareness in his sleeping quarters. Even his room at school had possessed that man-made neatness which one associates with sailor's cabins and the cells of monks.
Bolingbroke was often there from Battersea, stirred to philosophic utterances and unphilosophic tears, and grave Lyttleton, and kind Lord Marchmont, and faithful Joseph Spence. Martha Blount, too, was not absent, and "it was very observable," said the spectators, how the sick man's strength and spirits seemed to revive at the approach of his favorite.
But Bartley Coffin could not be restrained from lagging behind and whispering confidentially in Jack's ear: "If you want to be truly happy, mate, an' live clear of a life of pesterin', don't you never buy Sarah Libbie a satin dress! Minnie an' I have made it up, thanks to Willie Spence, but 'twas a tussle. I'd come to the jumpin'-off place." The statement was but too true.
Spence, with his handkerchief to his mouth, had his back turned to them, and was studiously regarding the bookcases. After Honora had gone upstairs for the night she opened her door in response to a knock, to find Mrs. Holt on the threshold. "My dear," said that lady, "I feel that I must say a word to you. I suppose you realize that you are attractive to men." "Oh, Mrs. Holt."
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