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Turlington, who had been so breathlessly eager but a few minutes since, seemed to have lost all interest in the case now. He stood apart, at the window, looking out toward the church-yard, thinking. The questions which it was the doctor's duty to ask were answered by the ladies.
It was a long hour Hephzibah spent then, an hour of labored thinking and of careful guiding of cramped fingers along an unfamiliar way; yet the completed note, when it reached Helen Raymond's hands, was wonderfully short. The return letter was long, and, though Hephzibah did not know it, represented hours of research in bookstores and in libraries.
Prescott presently. Dick nodded, and hurried in, thinking to himself: "The worsted slippers from the girls, I suppose." To his surprise the boy found Dave Darrin sitting in the room, while, on a chair near by rested a rather bulky package. After exchanging "Merry Christmas" greetings with Darrin, Dick turned to look at the package.
Upon this occasion, she was evidently accommodating her pace to that of Mrs. Danvers; and no racing man could have seen the two, without thinking of one of the Flyers of the turf walking down by the side of the trainer's pony.
I was thinking of a boy who did a little job for me to-night, that's all." And that is all that she knows to this day about the man sitting in the corner, with his hat over his eyes, bound for Colorado. One of the Elect. "Down, Muff! down!" Muff obeyed; he took his paws off from his master's shoulders with an injured look in his great mute eyes, and consoled himself by growling at the cow. Mr.
But Wild assured him that he had not, and that it was in vain for him to flatter himself with such hopes, but that he had better dispose himself to thinking of another life; in order to which, good books and such like helps should not be wanting.
Naturally, his disposition was easy and generous, but he had never been in the habit of thinking much, and thinking, especially as it led to brooding, was not good for him.
Sir Walter, indeed, though he had no affection for Anne, and no vanity flattered, to make him really happy on the occasion, was very far from thinking it a bad match for her.
"Has come!" repeat I, in astonishment, opening my eyes; "then where is he?" "He is walking up, my lady." "What! all the way from Bishopsthorpe?" cry I, incredulously, thinking of the five miry miles that intervene between us and that station. "Impossible!" "No, my lady, not all the way; only from Mrs. Huntley's."
Dick had made the suggestion, thinking that the duty might possibly fall within Miss Sally's department. As he said nothing further, and declined taking the hint, Mr Brass was fain to propose that they should go up stairs together, and make a last effort to awaken the sleeper by some less violent means, which, if they failed on this last trial, must positively be succeeded by stronger measures.
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