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"I am sorry," said Fanny; "but one must always think of one's self at least, I am afraid I must. Not that I mean to be selfish," she added, seeing a look of consternation spread over Miss Symes's face. "The fact is this, St. Cecilia, I have had the most horrible fright.
Yet Symes's violence cut her less than had the cool, impersonal voice of the coroner back there in that little Nebraska town. She found his blazing eyes far easier to meet than the cold unfriendliness in the gaze of the man who had delivered that other ultimatum. Perhaps it was because she believed she had less to fear. Symes dared not dared not, she told herself enforce his threats.
They had no criticism to make of the law's adaptability to Symes's needs; it was enough for them that Crowheart was in the limelight and the influx of settlers meant their individual prosperity. It soon became obvious from the sale of excursion tickets that the Terriberry House would not be able to accommodate the Homeseekers.
The nurse re-entered the room, closing the door on Fanny, who stood by herself in the corridor. She heard Betty's voice, and Betty's voice sounded so high and piercing and full of pain that her first feeling was one of intense thankfulness that she had been moved from close proximity to the girl. The next minute she was speeding down the corridor in the direction of Miss Symes's room.
Major Symes's Account of an Embassy to the Kingdom of Ava, in 1795. 4to 1800 Little was known in Europe respecting Pegu and Ava before the travels of Hunter, and Loset and Erkelskrom were published; these travels, translated respectively from the English and German, were published together in Paris, in 1793.
These symptoms are most frequently associated with lack of funds, and in this respect Mr. Symes's case was not a peculiar one, the fact being that the total of the month's payroll exceeded the amount in the treasury with no relief in sight interest in the great Symes Irrigation Project having seemed suddenly to lag in financial circles.
Symes paced the floor of their corner suite with the slow, measured strides of meditation, his noble head sunk upon his breast and his broad brow corrugated in thought. Mrs. Symes's eyes followed him in silent and respectful admiration.
"I've thought some of taking him in with me on this contract, for some men, working men especially, are devilish prejudiced against women doctors." Symes's eyes narrowed. "Why share the spoils?" "It's a good thing to have somebody like him to slough the blame on in case of trouble." "By gad!" the exclamation burst from him involuntarily "but you're a cold-blooded proposition."
"Oh, of course you are a saint!" said Fanny with a sneer. "I am not, but I think I am human; and just at present, for some extraordinary reason, you are not." "Well, you haven't heard the history of my woes. I had to share Miss Symes's room with her." "St. Cecilia's delightful room! Surely that was no great hardship?" "Wait until you hear. St.
The half-burnt cigar stayed in the corner of Symes's mouth, his hands in his trousers pockets, and his grudging nod was an insult, the greater that a few steps on he lifted his hat with a sweeping bow to Mrs. Alva Jackson. Van Lennop's face reddened under its tan. "Does he do that often?" His voice was quiet, but there was a quaver in it. "Often," Essie Tisdale answered.
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