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Symes's natural impulse was to reply, "Certainly, to be sure, years of experience, delighted to furnish anything you like," but something, the voice of caution or Mudge's warning look, induced him to say instead: "I can't say a wide experience, Mr. Prescott, not truthfully a wide one, but some, of course, in fact considerable.
"Undoubtedly," was Mr. Symes's emphatic reply. "Very; but they're gettin' scarce, while the irrigating of arid lands is as yet in its infancy." "E-exactly. I feel that we should begin reaching out along those lines, and although I am not greatly c-conversant with investments of this nature, I can readily see their possibilities." "No limit!" declared Symes. "Nothin' but!
And then that delightful voice of hers thrills one when she recites aloud, as she does twice a week in my recitation-class. As a matter of fact, dear Mrs. Haddo, I am deeply attached to Betty; but I feel there is something wrong just now." "A turning-point," said Mrs. Haddo. "How often we come to them in life!" "God grant she may take the right turning!" was Miss Symes's remark.
Mrs. Jackson glanced furtively over her shoulder and observed that Mrs. Symes was still standing on the veranda. "If I come upon her face to face, but I don't go out of my way a-tall," she added in unconscious imitation of Mrs. Symes's newly-acquired languor of speech. "One rully can't afford to after her bein' so indiscreet and all." "Rotten, I says" declared Mrs. Tutts tersely.
Not a muscle of J. Collins Prescott's face moved, but Mudge, watching him keenly, felt uncomfortable and a sudden annoyance at Symes's childish boastings, for so they sounded in Prescott's presence.
What a mercy that Miss Symes's room is a good way off from poor darling Betty's!" "Do try to think of some one besides Betty for a minute!" said Fanny; "and you find that horror and put him into his box, or put him into anything, only don't have him loose in the room." "Well, we'll have a good search," said both the girls, "and we may find him."
Graft was a raw word and Symes's face hardened slightly, but he waited to hear her out. "You're putting a big force of men on the ditch, I understand. How many?" "About five hundred." "Give me a medical contract." So that was it? His eyes lit up with understanding. She wanted to make money through him? Her tone and attitude was not exactly that of a person asking a favor.
Symes's shoulder. "Assert yourself don't be a fool! Let's have a drink." Mrs. Symes winced under her tightening grip. "Oh, no, no," she replied hastily. "Phidias would be furious. I I wouldn't dare." "Look here." She took Mrs. Symes's chin in her hand and raised her face, looking deep into her eyes. "Won't you do it for me? because I ask you?" "I can't."
From these, and Major Symes's works, much may be gathered respecting the manners, religion, and government of the inhabitants of this part of Asia; but unfortunately, these travellers do not instruct us on the topics of natural history.
A telegram propped conspicuously upon the ink-well proved to be from Mudge, the promoter, and read: Have possible investor who wants detailed information. Better come on at once. Symes's face lighted. "This is lucky! It couldn't have been more opportune! We'll go to-morrow and I'll tell Augusta while we're gone."
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