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A voice came from the group of reporters: "Why, he's your roommate!" "I know it damn it! Keep on. Judge Tiffany has been caring for him, holding him up so he could bear it, assisted by Miss Sadie Brown, a camper at Santa Eliza. She's the one I was talking to." "Who is she? Any chance for a photograph?" "I braced her for a picture. She wouldn't stand for it." "Let me try! I'll get it."
The more demoralized among the little boys, whose sleepy eyes have been more than once admonished by the hare's-foot wand of the constables, the sharp paw is used for the boys, the soft fur is kept for the smooth foreheads of drowsy maidens, look up thoroughly awakened now. Bright eyes glance from beneath silk or tiffany hoods, for a little interlude is coming.
"She isn't, and that's the reason I am trying to sell it." "I mean, I didn't think she was ever rich enough." "I'll explain it," said Paul. "The ring was found some time since in Central Park. As no owner has ever appeared, though we advertised it, we consider that it belongs to us." "How much is it worth?" "Mr. Tiffany offered two hundred and fifty dollars for it."
They sent up from Mr. Northrup's office this morning for some documents or deeds or something which they thought Mr. Chester might have in his pockets. The nurse brought out his clothes so that Mrs. Tiffany and I might go through them I felt like a pickpocket. And we came across a package of proofs photographs of him. We opened it to see if the old deeds might be in there.
Her principal works are: "The Minute Man," in Corcoran Art Gallery, Washington, D. C.; "The Volunteer," which was given by the State of New York as a military prize to a Vermont Regiment; an equestrian statue of John F. Doyle, Jr.; "Bull and Bear" and the "Polo Player" in bronze, owned by Tiffany & Co.; "Retribution" in a private collection in New York.
Halfman laughed loudly; Brilliana laughed softly; Evander wondered what there was to laugh at. "Lodge them apart and bring them in by turn," Brilliana gave order. "Master Paul first and then Master Peter. This is rare. Bring them in, bring them in." Tiffany fluttered out and Evander rose from his chair. "Shall I leave you, lady?" he asked, thinking that she would be private.
"Like Northrup's," broke in Mrs. Tiffany. That name always jarred on their ears. Northrup, ex-congressman, flowery Western orator, all Christian love on the surface, all guile beneath he had taken to himself that success which Judge Tiffany might have had but for his hesitations of conscience. Theirs was a secret resentment.
Tiffany, having no cause to dread a rival, immediately besought him to favor us with a specimen; my own entreaties, of course, were urged to the same effect; and our venerable guest, well pleased to find willing auditors, awaited only the return of Mr. Thomas Waite, who had been summoned forth to provide accommodations for several new arrivals.
"I'm sure she must be a very good mother to deserve that devotion," said Mrs. Tiffany, warming to him. "She deserves more," he said, a kind of inner glow rising to his white-and-pink boyish face. That same glow, Mrs. Tiffany might have noticed this and did not illuminated him whenever, from across the table, Chester's laugh or his energetic crack on a sentence called a forced attention. Mr.
They drew on past Sutler Street to Adventurer's Lane, the dingy section of that street wherein walked the treasure-farers of all the seven seas; and as they walked, Bertram began to speak of the things which lay close to his heart. "I guess I'll chuck the law," he said. "Maybe I'll stay with Judge Tiffany a year or so longer until I get admitted anyway.
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