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"Set down," urged Mrs. Jackson making a dash at a blue plush rocking-chair which she rolled into the centre of the room with great energy. When the chair tipped and sent Mrs. Symes's feet into the air Mrs. Jackson's burst of laughter was heard distinctly by Mrs. Tutts across the street. "Trash!" exclaimed that person in unfathomable contempt. Mrs.
Something of this was in his mind while engaged one day in the absorbing occupation of buttoning Mrs. Symes's blouse up the back. He raised his head at the sound of a step on the narrow porch. "Who's that?" "Dr. Harpe." "What again?" There was a suspicion of irritation in his voice, for now that he came to think of it, he and Augusta had not dined alone a single evening that week. "What of it?
She shrank back in unfeigned horror. "I'm goin' to run for it, Nell! The Dago Duke has ribbed this up on me!" From force of habit she reached for her black medicine case as she swung her Stetson on her head. "If I can get to Symes's house down the alley they can't see me " Nell Beecroft, with curling lips, stood in the kitchen doorway and watched her go.
There was a tombstone of a bishop with the date of 1571; and a crest of a hand and dagger, dated 1497. I must take this opportunity of acknowledging the great kindness with which this illustrious naturalist has examined many of my specimens. So named according to Patrick Symes's nomenclature. See Encyclop. of Anat. and Physiol., article Cephalopoda Mr.
The news has only come out that the Symes's Irrigation Company is going into a Receiver's hands and the bondholders will foreclose their mortgages. Look down in the street. There's a mob of workmen from the project and the creditors of your friend Symes considering how they best can extract blood from a turnip. For some reason of his own Van Lennop has gone after Symes's scalp and got it.
Alva Jackson's furtive glances toward the Symes's home when they met for a moment on the street and she interpreted correctly the trend of events when Mrs. Abe Tutts ceased to invite her to "run in and set a spell."
"The specialist from London!" exclaimed Fanny, turning first red and then white. "Do you mean that Mrs. Haddo has sent for a London doctor?" "Indeed she has. My dear, poor little Betty is dangerously ill. Dr. Ashley is by no means satisfied about her." By this time the two had reached Miss Symes's beautiful room. Fanny gave a quick sigh. Then, like a flash, a horrible thought occurred to her.
He had a slight impediment of speech, he was modest to diffidence, and modesty and money was a combination not easy for Symes to conceive, but Mudge had said anxiously upon Symes's arrival: "I hope you make a good impression, Symes, and can put the proposition up to him right, because if we can land him at all we may be able to land him for the whole cheese, and it will take a load off me if we can.
When the difficult undertaking was complete Mrs. Symes looked over his shoulder and read the list. "You haven't Essie Tisdale's name." Mr. Symes laughed good-humoredly "Oh, she'll be there; she'll wait on the table." "You don't mean to ask Essie Tisdale?" Mrs. Symes's eyes opened. Symes shook his head. "That seems awfully mean," insisted Mrs.
Symes's now fashionable Thursday "At Home." It was the first of the coveted cards which Mrs. Terriberry had received and Dr. Harpe took care to adroitly convey the information that the invitation was due to her, and Mrs. Terriberry was correspondingly grateful. "You can't afford to keep her; you simply can't afford it, Mrs. Terriberry," Dr. Harpe had whispered earnestly in a confidential corner.
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