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But Sarah had become a little uncomfortable, and had confessed as much to Graeme, and Graeme desired to be told the next time she was ill, and so it happened that she was not present when a subject so interesting to herself was discussed. "Is Mrs Tilman ill again?" asked Fanny. "How annoying! She is not very ill, I hope." "No," said Graeme, quietly; "she will be better to-morrow."
He begged the other, Tilman Schenk by name, to permit him some private words with his master. He had probably last messages, he thought, to send to his wife and children, and the eldest son, M. de Groeneveld, would no doubt reward him well for it. But the soldier was obstinate in obedience to the orders of the judges.
About nothing. He was irritated at nobody, at the world; at himself. He was irritated at himself because there was no clear reason for him to be irritated at anything. There he sat, Ben Tilman, normally a cheerful, pleasant young man. He was a salesman like any modern man and a far better salesman than most. He had a sweet little wife, blonde and pretty.
The human form was reassuring to children, kept them from feeling strange with parents back. Nana was big, gray-haired, stout, buxom, motherly, to reassure parents. "Now, Mr. Tilman," she said with weary impatience, "you are too late. Surely you don't intend to burst in and disturb your son now." "Surely I do." "But he is having his supper. You will upset him.
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