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But soon we are flashing past Reading, where Sutton's nursery gardens are bright with scarlet and gold, and blue and white; every flower that can be made to grow in our climate grows there, we may be sure.
Yet this has caught her like a rabbit in a trap unprepared for endurance or resistance. The spiritless baby! Would I give him up, except with life, if he loved me as he does her?" It was not a baby's face that was confronting Mrs. Sutton's just then.
She easily made out the direction upon the envelope from where she stood. It was Frederic Chilton's name in Mrs. Sutton's quaint, old-fashioned "back-hand" chirography. An hour before, as Rosa now recollected, she had seen, from her window, a negro man take the path to the village, arranging some papers in the crown of his tattered straw hat.
Ungenerous gossips, envious of her talents and influence, had occasionally sneered at Mrs. Sutton's appropriation of the credit of other alliances but this one was her handiwork beyond dispute hers and Providence's. She never forgot the partnership.
Yes, sir; New York has at least one real reason for taking up room. That's a thing I always try to get into Ben Sutton's head, that he'd ought to buy his clothes down there instead of getting 'em from a reckless devil-dare of a tailor up in Seattle that will do anything in the world Ben tells him to and he tells him a plenty, believe me.
I am, furthermore, willing to examine his certificates of character and means, with a view to determining what are his recommendations to my sister's preference, over and above ball-room graces and the fact that he is Mr. Sutton's namesake, and whether it will be safe and advisable to grant my consent to their marriage.
"I thought possibly some officers might have driven or ridden to town." "No, sir. The only horses that crossed this threshold going out last night were Mr. Sutton's team from town. They were put up here until near one o'clock, and then the doctor sent over for them. I locked up right after that, and can swear nothing else went out." Chester entered the stable and looked curiously around.
"Will you take me to Brampton, Uncle Jethro?" said she, letting fall the paper on her lap. "W-who's to get in the hay?" said Jethro. "Hay on the Fourth of July!" exclaimed Cynthia, "why, that's sacrilege! You'd much better come and hear Mr. Sutton's speech it will do you good."
"But he was dead beat. Done. Couldn't she see that?" "No. I don't suppose she could. She was a bit excited." "She was horrible." Now that Mrs. Rankin was back safe she hated her. She knew she hated her. "A bit cruel, perhaps. All the same," he said, "she was magnif " The lift had come hissing and wailing up behind him. The orderly stood in it, staring at Sutton's back, obsequious, yet impatient.
Sutton's bequest of the bulk of his estate to charitable uses was not unnaturally viewed with strong disapprobation by his nephew, one Simon Baxter, for whom he had, however, not neglected to provide, who brought a suit to set aside the will.
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