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It was this last phrase that flashed in a new light on her father's bewildered mind. He remembered it instantly. So that was the source of inoperation? "Oh, I see now," he said, with angry scorn. "You have learned your lesson well. A 'Ten-minutes' Emotionalist: I remember. I was wondering who had put such stuff into your head." She colored deeply, but said nothing.
Reginald, with the agitating conviction that his fate would be sealed one way or another in ten-minutes, obeyed, and darted a nervous glance at his new acquaintance. He rather liked the looks of him. He looked a comfortable, well-to-do gentleman, with rather a handsome face, and a manner by no means disheartening.
But, of course, you must work for the benefits you get from Nature, just as you must work for everything worth having. You cannot quit your office and say, "Now I shall take a ten-minutes' walk in the park and commune with Nature." Nature is not to be courted in any such way. She does not fling her favors at your feet not until you have won her utterly.
As for Maria, she was most conscious of the fact that she was six years old, and with shining eyes walked carefully by her mother's side. It was only a ten-minutes walk from St. Mark's to the Accademia, and after a number of turns through one narrow calle after another, they came to the bridge that led directly to the entrance.
"After all," thought he to himself, "what's the use of being particular? I suppose I'm what they call a `printer's devil'; nothing like starting modestly! Here goes for my lords the sub-editors, and the last page of the railway accident." And he spent a festive ten-minutes hunting out the sub-editor's domains, and possessing himself of the missing copy. With Reginald, however, it fared otherwise.
"I'm not interfering with anybody," said Reginald, looking up with glowing cheeks, "I'm watching this man." "Come out of it, do you hear me? Why don't you go about your own work?" "I've been waiting here ten-minutes for you."
He knew that a ten-minutes' conversation in the wings with the substance would send the elusive haunter scurrying fearfully away into some other even less accessible mask-figure. She was a blonde, a brunette, tall, petite, svelte, straight-featured, full, curvilinear. Only one quality remained unalterable: her instability of tenure. In Borne's phrase, nothing was permanent in her but change.
"I'd rather get to that cabin, before it is too late. But I'll take a ten-minutes' dip, if you wish." So it was agreed, and the boys hurried through the woods to the lake shore in a pleasant frame of mind. "Listen!" cried Snap presently. "What's that -a dog?" All listened and heard a loud barking, coming from the neighborhood of the water. "I think it's a fox!" cried Giant.
At the moment of my appearance on deck, however, there was no very immediate prospect of an outbreak, for the wind although light was steady, and the frigate, close-hauled on the port tack, was creeping along at the rate of about three knots per hour, while the gleams of sheet-lightning were exceedingly faint and infrequent, occurring at about ten-minutes' intervals.
Mr Medlock was in his room, the waiter said, and Mr Cruden was to step up. He did step up, and was ushered into a little sitting-room, where a middle-aged gentleman stood before the fire-place reading the paper and softly humming to himself as he did so. "Mr Cruden, sir," said the waiter. "Ah! Mr Cruden, good morning. Take a seat. John, I shall be ready for lunch in about ten-minutes."
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