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It is hard to recognize in the round, sun-tanned, happy face we see today, the unhappy slave girl of Woon Ha's den on Spofford alley. It is a matter of no small importance that the Christian public of America should realize that in the Oriental slavery of its Pacific Coast it faces a flood.
There is no reason why he should not do his share with the rest of the men. But was it necessary to humiliate him, was it necessary to insult him as you did this morning? He is a distinguished man. He " "Are you coming, Ruth?" demanded Mrs. Spofford, sharply. "In just a moment, Aunt Julia." "You will oblige me by coming with me at once. We have nothing more to say to this young man."
Gray did speak of knowing the Percival family. My niece never allows me to forget it." "Mr. Gray did not know my family. He knew of my family, Mrs. Spofford, if that conveys anything to you. Not that they would not have been proud to have known him, for he was a gentleman.
Spofford in his calculations; he did not even make a pretence of consulting her in matters relating to the common good of the common people, and as she was in the habit of devoting a considerable portion of her time, energy and executive ability to the interests of the common or lower class people, the omission was an insult.
Narkom, you remember what I told you this morning about that case in New Zealand which so strongly resembled this one? That was the Spofford mystery. Do you remember what I said about hitting upon a theory and offering it to the medical fraternity, only to get laughed at for my pains? Well, it was to this man, Dr. Frederick Finch, I advanced that theory, and it was Dr.
At the large receptions held at the Riggs House, through the generosity of the proprietors, Jane Spofford and her husband, Congressmen became better acquainted with the suffragists, finding that they were not cranks, as they had supposed, but intelligent women and socially charming. Mrs.
There was no encouragement to be found in the calm, unsmiling eyes. "I fail to see precisely why we should thresh anything out with you, Mr. Percival," replied Mrs. Spofford. "It is barely possible that you are not quite clear as to my motives, and therefore unable to gauge my actions." "I understand your motives perfectly, and I approve of them. Your actions are not so acceptable. Good-night, Mr.
"What would you do if, coming in here at midnight, you were to see twenty-odd rats ooze out of that building and disperse about their business?" "I I'd quit," said the startled promptly. "That's the obvious solution," retorted "but my question wasn't intended to elicit a brand of music-hall humor." Spofford contemplated the building uneasily.
As usual, he went straight to the point. "I can't take back what I did this morning, and I wouldn't if I could," he said, falling in beside Mrs. Spofford. "I know you are displeased with me. Can't we thresh it out now, Mrs. Spofford?" The elder woman raised her chin and stared at him coldly. He shot a glance past her at the girl's face.
Peterson looked at his watch and compared it with the clock in the dining-room. "The train from Spofford is late," he said. "It's due now." He pitched his head up like a dog. "There she is!" he exclaimed. There was the rumble of a train crossing the bridge. "They'll be coming in right away." He indicated the empty tables by a glance. Harboro knew all about the train schedules and such matters.
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